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HYMNS 

FOR 

PROTRACTED  MEETINGS. 

BY  A 


PHILADELPHIA: 
T.  K.  &  P.  G.  COLLINS,  PRINTERS. 

1842. 


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HYMNS. 


REVIVAL. 

1  lis. 

1  WHY  sleep  we,  my  brethren?  come,  let  us 

arise, 

O,  why  should  we  slumber  in  sight  of  the 
prize? 

Salvation  is  nearer,  our  days  are  far  spent, 
O,  let  us  be  active;  awake!  and  repent. 

2  O,  how  can  we  slumber!  the  Master  is  come, 
And  caUing  on  sinners  to  seek  them  a  home; 
The  Spirit  and  Bride  now  in  concert  unite. 
The  weary  they  welcome,  the  careless  invite. 

3  O,  how  can  we  slumber!  our  foes  are  awake; 
To  ruin  poor  souls  every  effort  they  make; 
To  accomplish  their  object  no  means  are  un- 
tried, 

The  careless  they  comfort,  the  wakeful  mis- 
guide. 


4  REVIVAL,  2. 

4  O,  how  can  we  slumber!  when  so  much  was 

done 

To  purchase  salvation  by  Jesus  the  Son! 
Now  mercy  is  profFer'd,  and  justice  display 'd, 
Now  God  can  be  honoured,  and  sinners  be 
saved. 

5  O,  how  can  we  slumber!  when  death  is  so 

near, 

And  sinners  are  sinking  to  endless  despair? 
Now  prayer  may  avail,  and  they  gain  the 
high  prize. 

Before  they  in  torment  shall  lift  up  their  eyes. 

6  O,  how  can  ye  slumber!  ye  sinners,  look 

round, 

Before  the  last  trumpet  your  hearts  shall  con- 
found; 

O,  fly  to  the  Saviour,  he  calls  you  to-day; 
While  mercy  is  waiting,  O  make  no  delay. 


2  lis. 

1  YE  careless  professors,  who  rest  on  your  lees, 
Amidst  your  vain  pleasures,  your  profit  and 
ease. 

Now  God  says,  *  Arise  and  escape  for  your 
life, 

And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's 
wife.' 


REVIVAL,  2. 


5 


2  Awake  from  your  slumber,  the  warning  re- 

ceive; 

*Tis  Jesus  that  warns  you,  the  message  be- 
lieve; 

While  dangers  are  pending,  escape  for  your 
life. 

And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's 
wife. 

3  The  first  bold  apostate  will  tempt  you  to  stray, 
And  tell  you  no  dangers  are  found  in  the  way; 
He  means  to  deceive  you,  escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you —remember  Lot's 

wife. 

4  How  many  poor  souls  has  the  serpent  be- 

guiled. 

With  specious  temptations  how  many  defiled! 
Then  be  not  deluded,  escape  for  your  life. 
And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's 
wife. 

5  The  ways  of  religion  true  pleasures  afford, 
No  pleasures  can  equal  the  joys  of  the  Lord; 
Forsake  then  the  world,  and  escape  for  your 

life. 

And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's 
wife. 

6  But  if  you  determine  the  call  to  refuse, 
And  venture  the  way  of  destruction  to  choose. 
For  hell  you  must  part  with  the  blessing  of  life, 
And  then,  if  not  now,  you'll  remember  Lot's 

wife. 


6 


REVIVAL,  3. 


3  C.  P.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes. 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfunaes; 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine. 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine. 

And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  This  makes  the  dry  and  barren  ground. 
In  springs  of  water  to  abound, 

And  fruitful  soil  become; 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is; 
Come,  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free 
To  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me; 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  all  them  relieve: 
None  are  too  late  if  they  repent; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 

Jesus  did  him  receive. 

5  Come  brethren,  you  that  love  the  Lord, 
Who  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on : 


REVIVAL,  4. 


Our  trouble  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 
When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  shining  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high; 
It  comes  like  floods  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

7  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

8  There  we  shall  reign,  and  shout  and  sing. 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home; 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there. 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

4  8&7. 

1  LET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 
Come  and  bid  our  jarring  cease; 
Come,  O  come!  and  reign  forever, 
God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  Peace: 


8 


REVIVAL,  4. 


Visit  now,  poor,  bleeding  Zion, 
Hear  thy  people  mourn  and  weep; 

Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 
Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 

Some  for  Cephas — none  agree; 
Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us; 

Help  us,  Lord,  to  follow  thee; 
Then  we'll  rush  through  what  encumbers, 

Over  every  hindrance  leap; 
Not  upheld  by  force  or  numbers. 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth; 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 

Which  shall  teach  us  all  thy  truth. 
On  thy  gospel  word  we'll  venture. 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
Love  our  Lord,  and  Christ  our  Saviour, 

O!  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

4  Come,  good  Lord,  with  courage  arm  us, 

Persecution  rages  here — 
Nothing,  Lord,  we  know  can  harm  us, 

While  our  Shepherd  is  so  near. 
Glory,  glory  be  to  Jesus, 

At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap; 
He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 


REVIVAL,  5. 


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5  Hear  the  Prince  of  our  salvation 

Saying,  "  Fear  not,  little  flock; 
I,  myself,  am  your  Foundation, 

You  are  built  upon  this  Rock: 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 

Scale  the  mount,  although  it's  steep; 
Look  to  me  and  be  ye  holy; 

I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep." 

6  Christ  alone,  whose  merit  saves  us, 

Taught  by  him,  we'll  own  his  name; 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus! 

How  it  doth  our  souls  inflame! 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 

Give  him  glory,  he  will  keep. 
He  will  clear  our  way  before  us, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

5  5  &  6. 

1  YE  servants  of  God, 

Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad, 

His  wonderful  name; 
The  name  all  victorious 

Of  Jesus  extol; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high. 

Almighty  to  save; 


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REVIVAL,  6. 


And  still  he  is  nigh, 

His  presence  we  have: 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God, 

Who  sits  on  the  throne. 
Let  all  cry  aloud, 

And  honour  the  Son; 
Our  Jesus's  praises 

The  angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces. 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore. 

And  give  him  his  right; 
All  glory  and  power. 

And  wisdom  and  might; 
AH  honour  and  blessing. 

With  angels  above. 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  infinite  love. 

6  lis. 
1  WHILE  mercy  invites  you,  while  Jesus 
near. 

Awake  from  your  slumbers,  ye  sinners,  a 
hear. 


REVIVAL,  7. 


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2  Salvation  is  ofFer'd,  accept  it  to-day, 

O,  quench  not  the  Spirit,  nor  grieve  him  away. 

3  The  love  that  now  urges,  if  once  it  depart, 
May  never  return  to  thy  grief-broken  heart. 

4  While  mercy  invites  you,  while  Jesus  is  near. 
Awake  from  your  slumbers,  ye  sinners,  and 

hear. 

8,  8,  6. 

1  THAT  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear! 
And  while  salvation  lingers  near, 

The  heavenly  call  obey: 
Flee  from  destruction's  downward  path. 
Flee  from  the  threatening  storm  of  wrath 

That  rises  o'er  thy  way. 

2  Soon  night  comes  on  with  thickening  shade, 
The  tempest  hovers  o'er  thy  head. 

The  winds  their  fury  pour; 
The  lightnings  rend  the  earth  and  skies, 
The  thunders  roar,  the  flames  arise, 

What  terrors  fill  that  hour! 

3  That  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear. 
Whose  accents  linger  on  thine  ear; 

Thy  footsteps  now  retrace: 
Renounce  thy  sins  and  be  forgiven, 
Believe,  become  an  heir  of  heaven, 

And  sing  redeeming  grace. 


12 


REVIVAL,  8. 


4  Then,  while  a  voice  of  pardon  speaks, 
The  storm  is  hush'd,  the  morning  breaks. 

The  heavens  are  all  serene; 
Fresh  verdure  clothes  the  beauteous  fields, 
Joy  echoes  on  the  distant  hills, 

New  wonders  fill  the  scene. 

8  L.  M.  D. 

1  HARK!  don't  you  hear  the  turtle  dove, 
A  token  of  redeeming  love? 

From  hill  to  hill  we  hear  the  sound 
The  neighbouring  valleys  echo  round. 

O!  Zion,  hear  the  turtle  dove, 

A  token  of  redeeming  love, 

They've  come  those  barren  lands  to  cheer, 

And  welcome  in  the  jubilee  year. 

2  The  winter's  past,  the  rain  is  o'er, 
We  feel  the  chilling  winds  no  more; 
Sweet  spring  has  come,  and  summer  too. 
All  things  appear  divinely  new. 

On  Zion's  mount  the  watchmen  cry, 
The  resurrection's  drawing  nigh: 
Behold  the  nations  from  abroad 
Are  flocking  to  the  mount  of  God. 

3  The  trumpet  sounds  both  far  and  nigh, 
O!  sinner  turn — why  will  you  die? 
How  can  you  stand  the  gospel  charms? 
Come,  list  with  Christ,  gird  on  your  arms. 


REVIVAL,  9. 


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These  are  the  day^  that  were  foretold 
In  ancient  times,  by  prophets  old; 
They  longM  to  see  this  glorious  light, 
But  all  have  died  without  a  sight. 
The  latter  days  have  now  come  on, 
And  fugitives  are  marching  home; 
Behold,  the  nations  from  abroad 
Are  flocking  to  the  mount  of  God. 
O  yes,  and  I  will  join  the  band, 
Here  is  my  heart  and  here's  my  hand; 
With  Satan's  bands  no  more  I'll  be, 
But  fight  for  Christ  and  liberty. 
His  banner  soon  will  be  unfurl'd. 
And  he  will  come  to  judge  the  world; 
On  Zion's  mountain  we  shall  stand 
Surrounded  by  fair  Canaan's  land. 
The  sun  and  moon  shall  darken'd  be, 
And  flames  consume  the  land  and  sea; 
While  worlds  on  worlds  together  blaze, 
We'll  shout  our  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

9 

1  HEAR  the  royal  proclamation. 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation; 
Published  to  every  creature 
Of  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature, 

Jesus  reigns! 
He  reigns  victorious, 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reignsi 


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REVIVAL,  10. 


2  See  the  royal  bannei^  flying, 
Hear  the  standard-bearers  crying, 
*  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favour 
Now  is  offered  by  the  Saviour.' 

Jesus  reigns!  &c. 

3  ^Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
And  for  you  was  crucified; 
Conquered  death  and  rose  to  heaven. 
Life  eternal  through  him  given: 

Jesus  reigns!  &c. 

4  For  this  love,  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains. 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning's  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises: 

Jesus  reigns!  &c. 

5  Here  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey; 
Come,  and  purchase  without  money. 
Mercies  flowing  like  a  fountain. 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain: 

Jesus  reigns!  &c. 

lO  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  Lord,  of  all  thy  churches,  hear 
Thy  ministers'  and  people's  prayer; 
Perfumed  by  thee,  O  may  it  rise 

Like  fragrant  incense  to  the  skies! 

2  Revive  thy  churches  with  thy  grace. 
Heal  all  our  breaches,  grant  us  peace ; 


REVIVAL,  11. 


Rouse  us  from  sloth,  our  hearts  inflame 
With  ardent  zeal  for  Jesus'  name. 

3  May  young  and  old  thy  word  receive, 
Dead  sinners  hear  thy  voice  and  live, 
The  wounded  conscience  healing  find, 
And  joy  refresh  each  drooping  mind. 

4  May  aged  saints,  matured  with  grace, 
Abound  in  fruits  of  holiness; 

And,  when  transplanted  to  the  skies. 
May  younger  in  their  stead  arise. 

5  Thus  we  our  suppliant  voices  raise, 
And,  weeping,  sow  the  seeds  of  praise, 
In  humble  hope  that  thou  wilt  hear 
Thy  ministers'  and  people's  prayer. 

11  L.  M. 

1  LET  Zion  from  the  dust  arise, 
And  in  her  brightest  beauty  shine; 
Jesus  descending  from  the  skies. 
Shall  fill  his  church  with  joys  divine. 

2  In  gloomy  darkness,  long  she  lay, 
Deprest  with  cares  and  griefs  unknown: 
But  now  behold  a  glorious  day 

Of  gospel  light  begins  to  dawn. 

3  Put  off,  ye  saints,  your  mourning  dress, 
And  hail  the  long  expected  morn; 

Let  robes  of  joy  and  righteousness 
The  happy  spouse  of  Christ  adorn. 


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REVIVAL,  12. 


4  On  you  his  glory  shall  be  seen; 
Your  love,  your  zeal,  and  pious  care, 
Shall  witness  to  the  sons  of  men 
That  God,  with  all  his  grace,  is  here. 

5  Sinners  shall  flock  to  Zion's  gate. 
And  know  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Peace  shall  confirm  your  happy  state, 
And  truth  and  holiness  abound. 

12  C.  M. 

1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength. 

Thy  beautiful  array; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge. 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth; 
Say  to  the  south — '  Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north.' 

4  They  come,  they  come;  thine  exiled  bands 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  barn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 


REVIVAL,  13. 


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With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

13  7s. 

1  HARK  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 
When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore. 
Hallelujah,  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign; 

Hallelujah,  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah!  hark,  the  sound 
From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  creation's  harmonies. 

See  Jehovah's  banners  furled, 

Sheathed  his  sword;  he  speaks — 'tis  done! 

And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 
With  illimitable  sway; 

He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll. 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away. 
Then  the  end — beneath  his  rod 
Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall; 
Hallelujah,  Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all 

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REVIVAL,  14,  15. 


14 


C.  M. 


1  BY  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise? 

For  Jacob's  friends  are  few: 
And,  what  should  fill  us  with  surprise, 
They  seem  divided  too. 

2  By  whom  shall  Jacob  nov7  arise? 

For  Jacob's  foes  are  strong", 
I  read  their  triumph  in  their  eyes, 
They  think  he'll  fall  ere  long. 

3  By  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise? 

Can  any  tell  by  whom? 
Say,  shall  this  branch  that  wither'd  lies, 
Again  revive  and  bloom? 

4  Lord,  thou  canst  tell — the  work  is  thine, 

The  help  of  man  is  vain — 
On  Jacob  now  arise  and  shine. 
And  he  shall  live  again. 


1  BLEST  Lord,  behold  the  guilty  scorn 
Of  those  who  hate  and  mock  our  praise; 
Pity  their  state  and  make  them  turn, 
No  more  to  walk  in  sinful  ways. 

5  Anxious  we  see  their  wretched  state, 
Who  never  think  of  heaven  or  hell; 
They  laugh  and  sport,  and  court  the  gate 
Which  opes  where  endless  terrors  dwell. 


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L.  M. 


9 


REVIVAL,  16. 


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3  Lead  them  to  view  a  sinful  heart, 
A  soul  all  enmity  to  thee, 
Destroy'd,  defil'd  in  every  part, 
Too  proud  to  bow,  too  blind  to  see. 

4  Lead  them  to  view  a  holy  law. 
Which  justly  dooms  to  endless  death. 
To  feel  that  guilt  which  Jesus  saw. 

And  prayM  "  Forgive,"  with  dying  breath. 

5  Open  their  eyes,  unstop  their  ears. 
To  hear  condemning  justice  sound; 

Lord,  change  their  hearts,  and  then  their  tears 
Will  witness  grief  to  all  around. 

6  Once  we  were  blind,  like  them  we  strove. 
Till  sov'reign  mercy  changM  our  ways; 
Lord,  bow  their  wills,  and  make  them  love, 
Then  they  will  join  our  songs  of  praise. 

16  S.  M. 

1  THE  day  is  drawing  nigh. 

Still  brighter  far  than  this. 
When  converts  like  a  cloud  shall  fly 
To  seek  the  realms  of  bliss. 

2  What  rapturous  scenes  of  joy 

Shall  burst  upon  our  sight. 
When  sinners  up  to  Zion's  hill 
Like  doves  shall  speed  their  flight. 

3  Beneath  thy  balmy  wing, 

O  Sun  of  Righteousness, 


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REVIVAL,  17,  18. 


These  happy  souls  shall  sit  and  sing 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 


1  SAW  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  the  human  hand! 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 
Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land! 

2  Lo,  the  promise  of  a  shower 

Drops  already  from  above; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  the  blessings  of  his  love. 

3  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day; 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 
Now  it  wins  its  wid'ning  way. 

4  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise; 

He  the  door  hath  opened  wide; 
He  hath  given  the  word  of  grace; 
Jesus'  word  is  glorified. 


1  THY  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word. 
And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, . 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy  seat. 

And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee, 
Thy  sovereign  mercy  to  entreat; 


7s. 


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L.  M. 


REVIVAL,  19. 


And  feel  some  animating  hope, 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 

3  Hast  thou  not  promised  to  thy  Son, 
That  his  dominion  shall  extend, 

Till  ev'ry  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  ev'ry  knee  before  him  bend? 

4  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 
The  time  to  favour  Zion  come; 
And  bless  the  men  who  labour  here 
To  call  thy  banished  people  home. 

19  L.  P.  M. 

1  WITH  rev'rend  awe,  tremendous  Lord, 
We  hear  the  thunders  of  thy  word; 

The  pride  of  Lebanon  it  breaks, 
Swifl  the  celestial  fire  descends. 
The  flinty  rocks  in  pieces  rends, 

And  earth  to  its  deep  centre  shakes. 

2  Arrayed  in  majesty  divine. 
Here  sanctity  and  justice  shine, 

And  horror  strikes  the  rebel  through; 
While  loud  this  awful  voice  makes  known 
The  wonders  which  thy  sword  hath  done, 

And  what  thy  vengeance  yet  shall  do. 

3  So  spread  the  honours  of  thy  name; 
The  terrors  of  a  God  proclaim; 

Thick  let  the  pointed  arrows  fly; 


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REVIVAL,  20. 


Till  sinners,  humbled  in  the  dust, 
Shall  own  the  execution  just, 

And  bless  the  hand  by  which  they  die. 

4  Then  clear  the  dark  tempestuous  day, 
And  radiant  beams  of  love  display, 

Each  prostrate  soul  let  mercy  raise 
So  shall  the  bleeding  captives  feel, 
Thy  word,  that  gave  the  wound,  can  heal. 

And  change  their  notes  to  songs  of  praise. 

20  I  S.  M. 

1  YE  sons  of  earth,  arise! 

Ye  creatures  of  a  day! 
Redeem  the  tiuie — be  bold — be  wise. 
And  cast  your  bonds  away. 

2  The  year  of  gospel  grace, 

With  us  rejoice  to  see; 
And  thankfully  in  Christ  embrace 
Your  proffered  liberty. 

3  Blest  Saviour — Lord  of  all! 

Thee  help  us  to  receive; 
Obedient  to  thy  gracious  call, 
Oh  bid  us  turn  and  live! 

4  Our  former  years  misspent. 

Now  let  us  deeply  mourn; 
And,  softened  by  thy  grace,  repent, 
And  to  thine  arms  returni 


REVIVAL,  21,  22. 


23 


21 


S.  M. 


1  MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 

My  terror  now  begins; 
I  feel,  alas!  that  I  am  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins, 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom; 
But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"  Flee  from  the  viTath  to  come." 


4  I  see — or  think  I  see, 

A  glimmering  from  afar; 
A  beam  of  day,  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun. 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way; 
I*il  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run. 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 


1  AMID  displays  of  wrath  and  love, 

What  stubborn  creatures,  Lord,  are  we! 
No  relish  for  the  joys  of  heaven, 
No  dread  of  endless  misery. 


22 


L.  M. 


24 


REVIVAL,  23. 


2  With  what  a  base  contempt  we  treat 

Thy  threat'nings  and  thy  promises! 
Duty  neglect — and  mercy  slight, 
Nor  fear  to  sin — nor  seek  to  please. 

3  Could  angels  weep — for  us  they'd  mourn: 

Break,  then,  these  flinty  hearts,  O  God! 
Sure  we  must  melt  beneath  thy  grace, 
Or  feel  the  terrors  of  thy  rod. 


23  C.  M. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Father!  God  of gracel 

We  all,  like  sheep  astray. 
In  folly,  from  thy  paths  have  turned, 
Each  to  his  sinful  way. 

2  Sins  of  omission  and  of  act 

Through  all  our  lives  abound; 
Alas!  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
No  health  in  us  is  found. 

3  Oh  spare  us.  Lord! — in  mercy  spare! 

Our  contrite  souls  restore, 
Through  him  who  suffered  on  the  cross. 
And  man's  transgressions  bore. 

4  And  grant,  O  Father!  for  his  sake 

That  we,  through  all  our  days, 
A  just  and  godly  life  may  lead, 
To  thine  eternal  praise. 


REVIVAL,  24,  25. 


24  7s. 

1  GOD  of  mercy! — God  of  grace! 

Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs, 
Oh  restore  thy  suppliant  race. 

Thou,  to  whom  our  praise  belongs ! 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted — time  misspent; 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent; — 

3  Foolish  fears,  and  fond  desires. 

Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain, 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise. 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain;— 

4  These — and  every  secret  fault, 

Filled  with  grief,  and  shame,  we  own; 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie. 

Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne! 

5  God  of  mercy!  God  of  grace! 

Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs, 
Oh  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou,  to  whom  our  praise  belongs. 

25  P.  M. 

1  WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song, 


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REVIVAL,  26. 


Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 
And  HIM  who  once  was  slain, 

Again  to  earth  descended, 
In  righteousness  to  reign? 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply: 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All  hallelujah  swelhng 

In  one  eternal  soundl 

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1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sad- 

ness! 

Awake!  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no 
more; 

Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of 
gladness, 

Arise!  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm  that  sub- 

dued them, 
And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier 
far; 

They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge 
that  pursued  them; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  chariots  of  war. 


REVIVAL,  27.  ST 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath  saved 
thee, 

Extolled  with  the  heart  and  the  timbrel 
should  be; 

Shout!  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved 
thee, 

The  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is 
free. 

8,  7&4. 

1  NOW  these  solemn  days  are  ending, 

All  their  glowing  hopes  are  o'er; 
Now  the  final  hour  is  spending — 
We  shall  see  their  joys  no  more; 

Days  of  gladness — 
We  shall  see  their  joys  no  more. 

2  Oft  the  tidings  of  salvation 

Have  been  pressed  upon  our  ears; 
Who  has  heard  the  invitation; 
Who  in  sinning  perseveres? 

Who,  rebellious. 
Still  in  sinning  perseveres? 

3  Sinner,  o*er  thy  hardness  weeping, 

To  the  Saviour  thou  must  go — 
Never  resting,  never  sleeping, 
Till  the  peaceful  breezes  blow — 

Never  resting 
Till  the  peaceful  breezes  blow. 


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REVIVAL,  28. 


4  Thoughtless  ones,  while  ye,  departing-, 

Hasten  from  these  scenes  away, 
Let  your  spirits,  onward  darting, 
See  another  parting  day; 

Fast  approaching 
See  another  parting  day. 

5  While  the  contrite,  while  the  lowly, 

Rise  where  matchless  glories  glow; 
Ye,  who  choose  to  be  unholy. 
Must  depart  to  endless  wo. 

Ye  unholy 
Must  depart  to  endless  wo. 

6  Each  one  in  this  congregation, 

Then  must  go  to  heaven  or  hell — 
Pains  unknown  or  sweet  salvation — 
There  forevermore  to  dwell," 

None  escaping, 
There  forevermore  to  dwell. 


1  FOUNT  of  everlasting  lovel 

Rich  thy  streams  of  mercy  are, 
Flowing  purely  from  above; 

Beauty  marks  their  course  afar. 

2  Lol  thy  church,  thy  garden  now. 

Blooms  beneath  the  heavenly  shower; 
Sinners  feel,  and  melt,  and  bow; 
Mild,  yet  mighty  is  thy  power* 


28 


7s. 


REVIVAL,  29. 


3  God  of  grace!  before  thy  throne, 

Here  our  warmest  thanks  we  bring; 
Thine  the  glory,  thine  alone; 
Loudest  praise  to  thee  we  sing. 

5  Hear,  O  hear  our  grateful  song; 
Let  thy  spirit  still  descend: 
Roll  the  tide  of  grace  along, 

Widening,  deepening  to  the  end. 

29.  P.  M. 

1  THE  voice  of  free  grace 

Cries  escape  to  the  mountain; 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  has  opened  a  fountain. 
For  sin  and  uncleanness. 

And  every  pollution. 
His  blood  flows  with  freeness. 
In  streams  of  ablution. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb 
Who  hath  purchased  our  pardon, 
We'll  praise  him  again 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Salvation  here  flows 

In  the  streams  of  rich  blessing; 
Love  conquers  its  foes. 

And  the  cross  is  possessing 
The  trophies  resplendent 

Of  blood-bought  Redemption  : — 


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RETIVAL,  30. 


On  Christ  all  dependent, 
From  death  full  exemption. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb 
Who  hath  purchased  our  pardon ; 
We'll  praise  him  again 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 
3  Zion  now  echoes 

With  glad  acclamations ; 
Hosanna,  Hosanna! 

Resounds  through  the  nations  ; 
Our  hearts  beat  symphonious ; — 

Responsive  devotion 
Sings  Jesus  victorious 

O'er  the  land  and  the  ocean. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c, 

30  P.  M. 

1  MORN  of  Zion's  glory, 

Brightly  thou  art  breaking, 
Holy  joys,  thy  light  is  waking; 
Morn  of  Zion's  glory. 

Ancient  saints  foretold  thee. 
Seraph  angels  glad  behold  thee ; 
See  them  glide. 
Far  and  wide. 
Streams  of  rich  salvation. 
Flow  to  ev'ry  nation. 

2  Morn  of  Zion's  glory, 

Ev'ry  human  dwelling, 

With  thy  notes  of  joy  is  swelling; 


PRAYER,  31. 


Morn  of  Zion's  glory, 
Distant  hills  are  ringing, 
Echoed  voices  sweet  are  singing; 

Haste  thee  on, 

Like  the  sun, 
Paths  of  splendor  tracing, 
Heathen  midnight  chasing. 
3  Morn  of  Zion's  glory. 
Now  the  night  is  riven. 
Now  the  star  is  high  in  heaven  ; 
Morn  of  Zion's  glory. 

Joyful  hearts  are  bounding. 
Hallelujahs  now  are  sounding; 

Peace  with  men 

Dwells  again; 
Jesus  reigns  forever ! 
Jesus  reigns  forever. 


PRAYER. 

31  CM. 

1  PRAYER  is  the  souPs  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire. 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye. 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 


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PRAYER,  32. 


3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christain's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air; 
His  watch-word  at  the  gates  of  death: 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  *  Behold,  he  praysl' 

6  The  saints  in  prayer  appear  as  one. 

In  word,  and  deed,  and  mind; 
While  with  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

7  [Nor  prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone; 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads, 
And  Jesus,  on  the  eternal  throne. 
For  mourners  intercedes.] 

8  O  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way! 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod: 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray! 

32  7s. 

1  O  for  one  celestial  ray 

From  the  shining  seats  of  day! 


PRAYER,  33. 


Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise! 

Warm  our  hearts,  and  charm  our  eyes. 

2  Distant  from  thy  blest  abode. 
Far  from  glory,  far  from  God, 
Now  and  then  we  breathe  a  sigh 
Upwards  to  our  native  sky. 

3  Melt  our  chains  with  heavenly  fire; 
Love,  and  joy,  and  peace  inspire; 
Make  us  feel  thy  grace  within; 
Thou  canst  break  the  power  of  sin. 

4  Give,  O  give  us  wings  to  rise 
In  affection  to  the  skiesi 
Liberty  and  joy  divine^ 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  are  thine. 

33  7s.  SIX  LINES. 

1  SAVED  ourselves  by  Jesus'  blood. 
Let  us  now  draw  nigh  to  God; 
Many  round  us  blindly  stray; 
Moved  with  pity,  let  us  pray — 
Pray  that  they  who  now  are  blind 
Soon  the  way  of  truth  may  find. 

2  Lord  awaken  all  around. 

Let  them  know  the  joyful  sound; 
Slaves  to  Satan  heretofore. 
Let  them  now  be  slaves  no  more; 
Lord,  we  turn  our  eyes  to  thee, 
Set  the  captive  sinner  free! 


34  PRAYER,  34,  35. 


3  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  told, 
What  thine  arm  has  wrought  of  old: 
Thousands  once  its  power  confessed; 
Oh,  for  seasons  like  the  past! 
Lord,  revive  the  former  days — 
Thine  the  power,  and  thine  the  praise. 

34  L.  M. 

1  O  THOU  that  hearest!  let  our  prayer 
Like  incense  come  before  thy  face; 
Behold  our  Intercessor  there, 

The  pledge  and  surety  of  thy  grace. 

2  Amidst  us  Lord,  thy  work  revive, 
Let  thy  Almighty  power  be  known; 
Oh,  bid  these  dying  sinners  live— - 
The  stubborn  bow  before  thy  throne! 

3  Deep  fix  conviction,  like  a  dart 

In  the  galled  conscience,  ne'er  to  move 
Till  thou  hast  won  the  rebel's  heart, 
Surrendered  all  to  grief  and  love. 

4  Conduct  the  doubtful  to  thy  feet. 
And  make  the  trembling  soul  rejoice; 
Let  crowds  around  thy  table  sit, 

And  bless  thy  name  with  cheerful  voice. 

35  8.  7.-7.  7. 

1  WE  were  lost,  but  God  has  found  us, 
God,  who  seeks  and  saves  the  lost; 


PRAYER,  36. 


Let  us  pray  for  those  around  us, 

Thousands  by  the  world  engrossed; 
Though  they  seem  from  God  to  fly, 
God  has  power  to  bring  them  nigh. 

2  Lord,  behold  the  sinner  wandering, 

Far  from  thee,  and  far  from  peace. 
All  his  precious  substance  squandering 

In  pursuit  of  earthly  bliss: 
Show  him,  Lord,  that  none  can  be 
Truly  blessed  till  brought  to  thee! 

3  Let  thy  word  go  forth  with  power. 

Spread  abroad  '  the  joyful  sound,' 
Oh!  our  light,  our  strengh  and  tower, 

Make  thy  glory  known  around; 
Let  the  truth's  resistless  force 
Stop  the  sinner  in  his  course. 

5  Of  their  Master's  honour  jealous. 
Let  thy  people  plead  thy  cause; 
In  thy  service  bold  and  zealous, 

Let  them  scorn  the  world's  applause; 
Whether  men  approve  or  blame. 
Let  them  own  thy  glorious  name. 

36  L.  M. 

1  O  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God, 
In  all  thy  plentitude  of  grace. 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 


36 


PRAYER,  37. 


2  Give  tongues?  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Whene'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness  at  thy  coming,  light; 
Confusion,  order  in  thy  path; 

Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath*  • 

4  O  spirit  of  the  Lord!  prepare 

All  the  round  earth  her  God  to  meet; 
Breathe  thou  abroad,  like  morning  air, 
Till  hearts  of  stone  begin  to  beat. 

5  God  from  eternity  hath  willed 
All  flesh  shall  his  salvation  see; 
So  be  the  Father's  love  fulfilled, 

The  Saviour's  sufferings  crowned  thro'  Thee. 

L.  M. 

1  CREATOR  Spirit!  by  whose  aid 

The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid! 
Come,  visit  every  waiting  mind; 
Come,  pour  thy  joys  on  human  kind; 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free. 
And  make  us  temples  meet  for  thee. 

2  O  source  of  uncreated  light, 
The  Father's  promised  Paraclete; 
Thrice  holy  fount,  thrice  holy  fire! 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire; 


PRAYER,  38. 


Come,  and  thy  sacred  unction  bring 
To  sanctify  us,  while  we  sing. 

3  Plenteous  in  grace,  descend  from  high, 
Rich  in  thy  seven-fold  energy, 

Thou  strength  of  his  almighty  hand, 
Whose  power  doth  heaven  and  earth  command; 
Our  frailties  help,  our  vice  control, 
Subject  the  senses  to  the  soul. 

4  Chase  from  our  minds  the  infernal  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love,  bestow; 
And,  lest  our  feet  should  step  astray, 
Protect  and  guide  us  in  the  way; 
Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 

And  practise  all  that  we  believe. 

38  7s. 

1  JESUS  is  gone  up  on  high: 
But  his  promise  still  is  here, 

*  I  will  all  your  wants  supply; 
I  will  send  the  Comforter.' 

2  Let  us  now  his  promise  plead, 
Let  us  to  his  throne  draw  nigh; 
Jesus  knows  his  people's  need — 
Jesus  hears  his  people  cry. 

3  Send  us,  Lord,  the  Comforter; 
Pledge  and  witness  of  thy  love; 
Dwelling  with  thy  people  here, 
Leading  them  to  joys  above. 


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PRAYER,  39,  40. 


4  Till  we  reach  the  promised  rest, 
Till  thy  face  unveiled  we  see, 
Of  this  blessed  hope  possessed, 
Teach  us,  Lord,  to  live  to  thee. 


1  HEAVENLY  Father!  God  of  love! 
Look  with  mercy  from  above; 

Let  thy  streams  of  comfort  roll, 
Let  them  fill  and  cheer  my  soul. 

2  Love  celestial,  ardent  fire! 
O  extreme  of  sweet  desire! 
Spread  thy  brig^ht,  thy  gentle  flame, 
Swift  o'er  all  my  mental  frame. 

3  Sweet  affections  flow  from  hence. 
Sweet  above  the  joys  of  sense; 
Let  me  thus  for  ever  be 

Full  of  gladness,  full  of  thee. 


1  LORD,  when  my  thoughts,  delighted,  rove 
Amid  the  wonders  of  thy  love; 

The  sight  revives  my  drooping  heart, 
And  bids  invading  fears  depart. 

2  Guilty  and  weak,  to  thee  I  fly, 
On  thy  atoning  blood  rely. 

And  on  thy  righteousness  depend, 
My  Lord,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Friend. 


39 


7s. 


40 


L.  M. 


PRAYER,  41,  42. 


3  Be  all  my  heart,  be  all  my  days, 
Devoted  to  thy  single  praise! 
And  let  my  glad  obedience  prove 
How  much  I  owe,  how  much  I  love. 


41  7s. 

1  FATHER  of  eternal  grace, 
Glorify  thyself  in  me; 
Meekly  beaming  in  my  face, 
May  the  world  thine  image  see. 

2  Happy  only  in  thy  love. 
Poor,  unfriended,  or  unknown; 
Fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above, 
Stay  my  heart  on  thee  alono. 

3  Humble,  holy,  all  resigned 
To  thy  will — thy  will  be  done! 
Give  me.  Lord,  the  perfect  mind 
Of  thy  well-beloved  Son. 

4  Counting  gain  and  glory  loss, 
May  I  tread  the  path  he  trod. 
Die  with  Jesus  on  the  cross. 
Rise  with  him  to  thee  my  God. 

4^  8s.  SIX  LINES. 

1  COME,  O  thou  traveller  unknown. 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see. 


40 


PRAYER,  42. 


My  company  before  is  ^one, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee; 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold; 
Art  thou  the  man  who  died  for  me? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold; 
Wrestling  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

3  What  tho'  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 

And  murmur  to  contend  so  long, 
I  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong: 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
1  shall  with  the  God-Man  prevail. 

4  Yield  to  me  now — for  I  am  weak. 

But  confident  in  self-despair; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak. 

Be  conquer'd  by  my  instant  prayer! 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  love. 

5  'Tis  love,  'tis  love!    Thou  diedst  for  me: 

I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart; 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee; 

Pure,  universal  love  thou  art: 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move. 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


PRAYER,  43. 


6  I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 
Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend; 
Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart. 
But  stay,  and  love  me  to  the  end. 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love, 

43  S.  M. 

1  THOU  Lord  of  all  above, 

And  all  below  the  sky, 
Prostrate  before  thy  feet  I  fall, 
And  for  thy  mercy  cry. 

2  Forgive  my  follies  past, 

The  crimes  which  I  have  done; 
Oh  bid  a  contrite  sinner  live, 
Through  thine  incarnate  Son. 

3  Guilt,  like  a  heavy  load. 

Upon  my  conscience  lies ; 
To  thee  I  make  my  sorrows  known, 
And  lift  my  weeping  eyes. 

4  The  burthen  which  I  feel. 

Thou  only  canst  remove  ; 
Do  thou  display  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  thine  unbounded  love. 

5  One  gracious  look  of  thine, 

Will  ease  my  troubled  breast: 
Oh!  let  me  know  my  sins  forgiven. 
And  I  shall  then  be  blest. 


42 


PRAYER,  44,  45. 


44 


L.  M. 


1  AND  dost  thou  say,  '  Ask  what  thou  wilt?* 

Lord,  I  would  seize  the  golden  hour — 
I  pray  to  be  released  from  guilt, 

And  freed  from  sin's  polluting  power. 

2  More  of  thy  presence,  Lord,  impart; 

More  of  thine  image  let  me  bear: 
Erect  thy  throne  within  my  heart, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

3  Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  sealed, 

And  from  thy  joy  to  draw  my  strength ; 
Oh  be  thy  boundless  love  revealed 

In  all  its  height,  and  breadth,  and  length. 

4  Grant  these  requests — I  ask  no  more, 

But  to  thy  care  the  rest  resign: 
Sick,  or  in  health — or  rich,  or  poor. 
All  shall  be  well,  if  thou  art  mine. 


1  BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace ! 

The  promise  calls  me  near; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  Thine  image,  Lord  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  thy  love, 
I  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  thee  above. 


45 


S.  M. 


PRAYER,  46. 


3  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith, 

Conform  my  will  to  thine ; 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

4  If  thou  these  blessings  give, 

And  wilt  my  portion  be, 
All  worldly  joys  I'll  cheerful  leave. 
And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 


46  7s. 

1  LAMB  of  God,  who  thee  receive, 
Who  in  thee  desire  to  live, 

Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 
*  As  thou  art,  so  let  us  be!' 

2  '  Fix — oh  fix  our  wavering  mindl 
To  thy  cross  our  spirits  bind: 
Gladly  now  we  would  be  clean,  ^ 
Cleanse  our  hearts  from  every  sin. 

3  Dust  and  ashes  though  we  be. 
Full  of  guilt  and  misery; 
Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God; 
Take  the  purchase  of  thy  blood. 

4  Sinners  who  in  thee  believe 
Everlasting  life  receive; 
They  with  joy  behold  thy  face, 
Triumph  in  thy  pardoning  grace. 


44  PRAYER,  47,  48. 


4.^  L.  M. 

1  SWEET  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guesti 
Come — fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast, 
Dispel  my  doubts— my  fears  control, 

And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  smiling  hope,  and  joy  sincere, 
Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here; 
Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3  O  God  of  hope  and  peace  divine, 
Make  thou  these  sacred  pleasures  mine! 
Forgive  my  sins — my  fears  remove, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  joy  and  love. 

48  C.  M. 

1  O  GOD  of  Bethel!  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed; 
Thou  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led. 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace: 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 


PRAYER,  49. 


4  Oh,  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode. 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

5  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand, 

Our  humble  prayers  implore; 
And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, 
Our  portion  evermore. 

49  S.  M. 

1  MOST  gracious  God,  reveal 

Thy  will  concerning  me; 
Whate'er  I  do — whate'er  I  feel 
I  follow  thy  decree. 

2  The  counsels  of  thy  love 

Be  on  my  heart  impressed; 
It  then  shall  at  thy  bidding  move. 
And  at  thy  bidding  rest. 

3  While  thou  my  leader  art, 

And  mak'st  me  thine  abode, 
I  find  the  witness  in  my  heart. 
That  I  am  born  of  G  od. 

4  Father,  thy  will  be  done! 

To  thee  I  all  resign; 
The  sole  disposer  of  thine  own, 
Dispose  of  me  and  mine. 

5  At  thy  command — I  go, 

Or  quietly  attend, 


46 


PRAYER,  50,  51. 


Till  all  niy  care  and  toil  below 
In  rest  eternal  end. 

50  L.  M. 

1  THAT  day  of  wrath!  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day, — 

2  When,  shrivelling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll; 
And  louder  yet — and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead? 

3  Oh!  on  that  day — that  wrathful  day. 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  THOU,  O  Christ!  the  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

51  7s. 

1  COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare; 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer; 

He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray; 
Rise  and  ask  v^rithout  delay. 

2  With  my  burthen  I  begin: 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt. 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast. 


PRAYER,  52. 


Thou  thy  sovereign  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

52  C.  M. 

1  APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet. 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only^ilea. 

With  this  I  venture  nigh; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee. 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed; 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 

That,  shelter^  near  thy  side, 
I  may,  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  *  thou  hast  died.' 

5  O  wondrous  love!  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame; 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

6  *  Poor  tempest-tossed  soul,  be  still, 

My  promised  grace  receive;' 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks,  I  must,  I  will, 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 


48 


PRAYER,  53,  54. 


53 


S.  M. 


1  COME  all  who  love  to  pray, 

On  Jesus  cast  your  care; 
And  every  praying  soul  shall  find 
He  loves  to  answer  prayer. 

2  See  how  he  looks  and  smiles, 

From  yonder  shining  throne; 
Pleased,  he  attends  your  every  prayer, 
And  sends  rich  blessings  down! 

3  Ye  hungering,  thirsting  souls, 

O  pray,  and  never  faint; 
Fresh  scenes  of  love  our  Lord  displays 
To  every  praying  saint. 

4  And  whither  should  we  go 

But  to  a  throne  of  grace? 
For  there  we  prove  celestial  joys, 
And  find  substantial  peace. 

5  Lord,  from  thy  throne  behold 

Thy  saints  assembled  here, 
Whose  hearts  ascend  with  warm  desire 
To  feel  thy  presence  near. 


1  FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 


54 


L.  M. 


PRAYER,  55. 


49 


2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet — 
It  is  the  blood- bought  mercy  seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  far — by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy  seat. 

4  Ah!  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayM  — 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy  seat? 

5  There!  there  on  eagle  wing  we  soar 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more, 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

6  O,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill. 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 

I  forget  the  mercy  seat. 

55  C.  M. 

1  JESUS!  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 

As  such  I  look  to  thee; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 
O,  Lord!  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary; 
4 


50 


PRAYER,  56. 


Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  advocate  with  God! 

I  yield  myself  to  thee; 
While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
O,  Lord!  remember  me. 

4  1  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free; 
Then,  in  thy  all-bounding  grace, 
O,  Lord!  remember  me. 

5  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 

Howe'er  oppress'd  I  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth. 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death. 

And  creature  helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  great  Redeemer,  GodI 
I  pray,  remember  me. 

56 

1  GO,  watch  and  pray,  thou  canst  not  tell 

How  near  thine  hour  may  be; 
Thou  canst  not  know  how  soon  the  bell 

May  toll  its  notes  for  thee: 
Death's  countless  snares  beset  thy  way; 
Frail  child  of  dust!  go,  watch  and  pray. 

2  Fond  youth,  while  free  from  blighting  care, 

Does  thy  firm  pulse  beat  high? 
Do  hope's  glad  visions,  bright  and  fair, 
Dilate  before  thine  eye? 


PRAYER,  57. 


Soon  these  must  chang;e — must  pass  away; 
Frail  child  of  dust!  go,  watch  and  pray. 

3  Thou  aged  man!  life's  wintry  storm 

Hath  searM  thy  vernal  bloom; 
With  trembling  limbs  and  wasting  form, 

Thou'rt  bending  o'er  the  tomb: 
And  can  vain  hope  lead  thee  astray? 
Go,  weary  pilgrim!  watch  and  pray. 

4  Ambition,  stop  thy  panting  breath! 

Pride,  sink  thy  lifted  eye! 
Behold  the  caverns  dark  with  death,  • 

Before  you  open  lie; 
The  heavenly  warning  now  obey; 
Ye  sons  of  pride!  go,  watch  and  pray. 

C.  M. 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day. 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead. 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear, 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 


52 


PRAYER,  58. 


4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view, 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here,  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o*er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

58  lis. 
4  TO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neigh- 
bours to  part, 

And  go  from  my  home,  it  affects  not  my 
heart; 

Like  the  thought  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day. 
From  that  blessed  retreat  where  I've  chosen 
to  pray. 

2  Sweet  bower,  where  the  pine  and  the  poplar 

have  spread. 
And  woven  their  branch  as  a  roof  o'er  my 
head; 

How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there, 
And  pour'd  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in 
prayer. 

3  The  early,  sweet  notes  of  a  loved  nightingale 
That  dwelt  in  the  bower  I  observed  as  my 

bell, 

To  call  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
Sung  anthems  of  praises,  as  I  went  to  prayer. 


PRAYER,  59. 


53 


4  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs,  perfumed  by 

the  pine, 

The  ivy,  the  balsam,  the  wild  eglantine; 
But  sweeter,  O!  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted,  in  answer  to  prayer. 

5  For  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  oft  deigned  to  meet. 
And  bless  with  his  presence  my  humble  re- 
treat; 

Oft  filled  me  with  rapture  and  blessedness  there, 
Inditing,  in  heaven's  own  language,  my 
prayer. 

6  It  was  under  the  covert  of  that  pleasant  grove 
Where  Jesus  was  pleased  my  guilt  to  remove, 
Presenting  himself  as  the  only  true  way 

Of  life  and  salvation,  and  learn'd  me  to  pray. 

7  Although  I  may  never  revisit  that  shade, 

I  often  shall  think  on  the  vows  I  have  made. 
While  far  at  a  distance,  my  mind  will  repair 
To  the  place  where  my  Saviour  first  answer'd 
my  prayer. 

8  Sweet  bower!  T  must  leave  you,  and  bid  you 

adieu. 

And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are  new. 
Well  knowing  my  Saviour  resides  everywhere. 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 

59  S.  M. 

1  RELIGION'S  form  is  vain. 
While  we  deny  its  power! 


I 


54 


PRAYER,  60. 


What  will  the  hypocrite  obtain, 
In  death's  tremendous  hour? 

2  Now  he  may  credit  gain, 

And  in  affluence  roll; 
But  all  his  profit  will  be  pain 
When  God  shall  take  his  soul. 

3  Then,  O  what  dread  surprise, 

What  horror  and  dismay, 
When  death  shall  open  wide  his  eyes, 
And  tear  his  mask  away! 

4  Lord,  search  and  know  my  heart, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere; 
And  bid  hypocrisy  depart. 

And  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

60  P.  M. 

1  LAMB  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind; 
Send  the  answer  from  above. 

And  let  us  mercy  find; 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  thee; 

Every  burden'd  soul  release: 
O,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2  Through  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

Let  sinners  pardon  feel; 
Speak  us  freely  justified. 
And  all  our  sickness  heal: 


PRAYER,  61,  62. 


By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease; 

O,  remember  Calvary, 
And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

61  C.  M, 

1  LORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 

And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
We're  loath  to  leave  the  place. 

2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will, 

That  we  must  part  again,  . 

0  let  thy  gracious  presence  still 
With  every  soul  remain. 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love. 
Till  we,  around  thy  glorious  throne. 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 

€2  C.  M. 

1  MY  lovely  Jesus,  while  on  earth, 

Arose  before  *twas  day; 
And  to  a  solitary  place 
Departed,  there  to  pray. 

2  I'll  do  as  did  my  blessed  Lord — 

His  fooloteps  I  will  trace; 

1  love  to  meet  him  in  the  grove, 
And  view  his  smiling  face. 


56 


PRAYER,  63. 


3  Early  I'll  rise,  and  sing-,  and  pray, 
While  I  the  light  enjoy; 
May  this  bless'd  work,  from  day  to  day, 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

63  C.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  heart  to  thee; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord!  remember  me!  * 

2  When  groaning,  on  my  burden'd  heart, 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart. 
In  love  remember  me! 

3  Temptations  sore  obstruct  my  way. 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee; 
O  give  me  strength,  Lord!  as  my  day; 
For  good  remember  me! 

4  Distressed  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief. 
Hear,  and  remember  me! 

5  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be; 
I'll  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame, 
If  thou  remember  me! 

6  The  hour  is  near — consigned  to  death, 

I  own  the  just  decree: 


PRAYER,  64,  65. 


Saviour!  with  my  last  parting*  breath, 
I'll  cry—Remember  me! 

64  P.  M. 

1  DISTANT,  Lord,  from  thine  abode, 
Far  from  glory,  far  from  God; 
Now  and  then  we  breathe  a  sigh. 
Upwards  to  our  native  sky. 

O  for  one  celestial  ray! 

From  the  shining  seats  of  day. 

Sun  of  Righteousness!  arise. 

Warm  our  hearts  and  charm  our  eyes 

2  Melt  our  chains  with  heavenly  fire. 
Love  and  joy,  and  peace,  inspire; 
Make  us  feel  thy  grace  within. 
Free  us  from  the  power  of  sin. 
Give,  O  give  us  wings  to  rise, 

In  affection  to  the  skies, 
Liberty,  and  joy  divine. 
Sun  of  righteousness,  are  thine. 

65  C.  M. 

1  WHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowM 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar; 


58 


PRAYER,  66. 


Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowM: — 
That  mercy  I  adore! 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favoured  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill: 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  lowering  storm  shall  see; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear: — 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee! 

66  P.  M. 

1  COME,  thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  Name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise! 
Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious; 
Come,  and  reign  over  us. 

Ancient  of  days! 


PRAYER,  66. 


2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall! 
Let  thine  ahnighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made, 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stay'd; 

Lord,  hear  our  call! 

3  Come,  thou  Incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  Hnighty  sword — 

Our  prayer  attend! 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success, 
Spirit  of  holiness. 

On  us  descend! 

4  Come,  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour! 
Thou  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart. 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power! 

5  To  the  Great  One  in  Three! 
Eternal  praises  be 

Hence — evermore! 
His  Sovereign  Majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore! 


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PRAYER,  67,  68. 


C.  M. 


1  O  THOU,  whose  lender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  h amble  sigh; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  e3^e; 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn. 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face! 
Hast  thou  not  said — return? 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet? 
Oh!  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  guide!  my  light! 

Without  one  cheering  ray; 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night. 
How  desolate  my  way! 

5  Oh!  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 


1  AS  the  dew  from  heaven  distilling, 
Gently  on  the  grass  descends. 
And  revives  it,  thus  fulfilling 
What  thy  holy  will  intends, — 


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8  &  7. 


PRAYER,  69,  70. 


Let  thy  word,  Lord,  ever  gracious. 
Thus  descending  from  above, 

Bless'd  by  thee,  prove  efficacious 
To  fulfil  thy  work  of  love. 

2  Lord,  behold  this  congregation, 

Now  thy  promises  fulfil: 
From  thy  holy  habitation, 

Let  the  dew  of  life  distill; 
Let  our  cry  come  up  before  thee, 

Shed  thine  holy  spirit  round; 
So  thy  people  shall  adore  thee, 

And  confess  the  joyful  sound. 

69  S.  M. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay, 

Which  breaks  upon  the  ear, 
When  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 
Christians  unite  in  prayer! 

2  May  breezes  waft  our  cries 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne; 
O  Saviour,  listen  to  our  sighs, 
And  send  thy  blessing  down. 

iro  L.  M. 

1  FORTH  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord  to  thine  altar's  shade  we  fly; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Saviour,  we  seek  thy  shelter  here; 


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PRAYER,  71. 


Weary  and  weak,  thy  grace  we  pray, 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain. 
Long  have  we  sought  thy  rest  in  vain, 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost. 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost: 
Low  at  thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay, 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  thy  guests  away. 

71  L.  M. 

1  FATHER!  we  bless  the  gentle  care 

That  watches  o'er  us  day  by  day. 
That  guards  us  from  the  tempter's  snare, 

And  guides  us  in  the  heavenward  way: — 
We  bless  thee  for  the  tender  love 

That  mingles  all  our  hearts  in  one, — 
The  music  of  the  soul — above 

'Tis  purer  spirits'  unison. 

2  Father!  affection  speaks  to  thee — 

Oh  listen  to  affection's  voice, 
And  let  thy  blessing  ever  be 

Alike  in  all  our  woes  and  joys: — 
And  speaks  affection  not  the  less 

For  absent  loved  ones  far  or  near, — 
The  absent  let  thy  mercy  bless 

As  us  who  mingle  worship  here. 

3  Father!  'tis  evening's  solemn  hour, 

And  cast  we  now  our  cares  on  thee,— 


PRAYER,  72,  73. 


Darkly  the  storm  may  round  us  lower — 
Peace  is  within — -Christ  makes  us  free 

And  when  life's  toil  and  joy  are  o'er, 
And  evening  gathers  on  its  sky, 

Our  circle  broke — we  sing  no  more — 
Oh  may  we  meet  and  sing  on  high! 

12  S.  M. 

1  THE  day  is  past  and  gone. 

The  evening  shades  appear; 
Oh,  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night. 

Secure  from  all  my  fears; 
May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

3  And  when  I  early  rise. 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun. 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

4  Lord,  when  my  days  are  past, 

And  I  from  time  remove. 
Oh  may  I  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

•^8  CM. 

1  WE  come  at  evening's  solemn  hour, 
Low  at  thy  shrine  we  bend, 


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PRAYER,  74. 


To  offer  up  the  heart's  warm  prayer 
To  thee,  our  Father,  Friend. 

2  Not  high  degree  or  fame  we  ask, 

Not  power  of  worldly  form. 
But  power  to  foil  the  snares  of  vice, 
And  passion's  fitful  storm. 

3  Oh,  like  the  summer's  gentle  showers. 

Let  thy  pure  grace  descend; 
Be  thou  our  guide,  be  thou  our  hope, 
Our  Father,  and  our  Friend. 

4  And  let  thy  hand  protect  us  here; 

Be  with  us  where  we  stay; 
Guide,  guard  us  through  life's  narrow  path; 
Help  us  in  death's  dark  way. 

74  7s.  SIX  LINES. 

1  'T  is  the  hour  when  silent  thought 
Cometh  with  my  follies  fraught; 
And  my  soul  within  me  dies; 

Yet  to  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 
Sighing,  as  I  bow  to  thee  — 
Jesus!  Saviour,  pity  mel 

2  Pity  Lord!  by  all  the  wo 
Thou,  thyself,  didst  bear  below; 
Pity,  Lord,  the  child  of  dust — 
Free,  from  each  deceiving  lust. 
Him,  who  sorrowing  cries  to  thee — 
Jesus!  Saviour,  pity  me! 


PRAYER,  75. 


3  From  thy  flock,  a  straying  lamb, 
Tender  Shepherd,  though  I  am; 
Now  upon  the  mountain  cold, 
Lost,  I  long  to  gain  the  fold. 
And  within  thine  arms  to  be; — 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me! 

4  Oh!  where  stillest  streams  are  poured, 
In  green  pastures,  lead  me,  Lord! 
Bring  me  back,  where  angels  sound 
Joy  to  the  poor  wanderer  found — 
Evermore  my  Shepherd  be; — 
Jesus!  Saviour,  pity  me! 

•ys  s.  M. 

1  THOU  God  of  sovereign  grace, 

In  mercy  now  appear, 
We  long  to  see  thy  smiling  face, 
And  feel  that  thou  art  near. 

2  Thy  presence  grant  to  day, 

O  Shepherd  of  thy  flock! 
And  wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away 
Beside  the  smitten  rock. 

3  Thy  saving  health  impart, 

O  Comforter  divine; 
Surrendered  be  our  ev'ry  heart, 
Make  us  entirely  thine. 

4  To-day  in  love  descend. 

Oh  come  this  precious  hour; 


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PRAYER,  76. 


In  mercy  now  our  spirits  bend, 
By  thy  resistless  power. 

to  7  &  6, 

1  GO  when  the  morning  shineth, 

Go  when  the  moon  is  bright, 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go  in  the  hush  of  night; 
Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Cast  earthly  thought  away; 
And,  in  thy  chamber  kneeling. 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

2  Remember  all  who  love  thee. 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee. 
Pray  too  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be; 
Then,  for  thyself,  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim. 
And  link  with  each  petition. 

The  dear  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Oh,  not  a  joy  or  blessing 

With  this  can  we  compare. 
The  power  that  he  hath  given  us 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer: 
Whene'er  thou  pin'st  in  sadness. 

Before  his  footstool  fall; 
Remember  in  thy  gladness, 

His  grace  who  gave  thee  all 


PRAYER,  77,  78.  ^ 


C.  M. 

1  SPIRIT  of  holinessi  descend, 

Thy  people  wait  for  thee; 
Thy  ear  in  kind  compassion  lend, 
Let  us  thy  merey  see! 

2  Behold  thy  weary  churches  wait, 

With  wishful,  longing  eyes — 
Let  us  no  more  lie  desolate; 
Oh,  bid  thy  light  arise. 

3  Thy  light,  that  on  our  souls  hath  shone, 

Leads  us  in  hope  to  thee; 
Let  us  not  feel  its  rays  alone — 
Alone  thy  people  be; 

4  Oh,  bring  our  dearest  friends  to  God; 

Remember  those  we  love; 
Fit  them,  on  earth,  for  thine  abode, 
Fit  them  for  joys  above. 

5  Spirit  of  holiness!  'tis  thine 

To  hear  our  feeble  prayer; 
Come,  for  we  wait  thy  power  divine. 
Let  us  thy  mercy  share. 

"tS  C.  M. 

1  SWEET  is  the  prayer,  whose  holy  stream 
In  earnest  pleading  flows; 
Devotion  dwells  upon  the  theme. 
And  warm  and  warmer  glows. 


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PRAYER,  79. 


2  Faith  grasps  the  blessings  she  desires; 

Hope  points  the  upward  gaze; 
And  love,  celestial  love,  inspires 
The  eloquence  of  praise. 

3  But  sweeter  far  the  still  small  voice, 

Heard  by  no  human  ear; 
When  Jesus  makes  the  heart  rejoice, 
And  dries  the  bitter  tear. 

4  Not  accents  flow,  nor  words  ascend; 

All  utterance  faileth  there; 
But  Christian  spirits  comprehend, 
And  God  accepts  the  prayer. 


^9  8s, 

1  DEAR  Saviour!  attend  to  my  prayer, 

That  seeks  for  relief  in  a  sigh; 
Fain  would  I  deposit  my  care, 

On  '  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I.* 
My  fears  and  my  sorrows  abound, 

The  storm  of  affliction  runs  high, 
And  safety  alone  can  be  found 

In  '  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  L' 

2  My  foes  have  encircled  my  way; 

Unable  to  stand  or  to  fly, 
I  look  with  distress  and  dismay 
To  '  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I.' 


CHRIST,  80. 


My  sins  and  transgressions  appear, 

And  tell  me  that  vengeance  is  nigh; 
Oh  hide  me  from  all  that  I  fear, 

In  '  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I.' 
3  Perplexed,  overwhelmed,  and  oppressed, 

I  scarcely  can  utter  a  cry; 
Dear  Saviour!  come,  lead  me  to  rest 

On  *  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I.* 
Then  I'll  smile  in  the  midst  of  my  woes. 

And  cast  a  fond  look  to  the  sky. 
And  shout  with  my  foot  on  my  foes, 

To  *the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I.' 


CHRIST. 

80  7s 

1  SWEETER  sounds  than  music  knows 

Charm  me  in  Immanuel's  name; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  his  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 

2  When  he  came  the  angels  sung 

*  Glory  be  to  God  on  high!' 
Lord,  unloose  my  stammering  tongue; 
Who  should  louder  sing  than  I? 

3  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become. 

That  he  might  the  law  fulfil, 


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CHRIST,  81. 


Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room, — 
And  canst  thou,  my  tongue,  be  still? 

4  No;  I  must  my  praises  bring, 

Though  they  worthless  are,  and  weak; 
For,  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak! 

5  O  my  Saviour,  Shield  and  Sun, 

Shepherd,  Brother,  Husband,  Friend, 
Every  precious  name  in  one, — 
I  will  love  Thee  without  end! 


81  C.  M. 

1  BLEST  Jesus!  when  my  soaring  thoughts 

O'er  all  thy  graces  rove, 
How  is  my  soul  in  transport  lost. 
In  wonder,  joy,  and  love! 

2  Where'er  I  look,  my  wondering  eyes 

Unnumbered  blessings  see; 
But  what  is  life,  with  all  its  bliss. 
If  once  compared  with  thee? 

3  Hast  thou  a  rival  in  my  breast? 

Search,  Lord,  for  thou  canst  tell 
If  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 
Or  please  my  soul  so  well. 

4  No,  thou  art  precious  to  my  heart, 

My  portion  and  my  joy; 
For  ever  let  thy  boundless  grace 
My  sweetest  thoughts  employ. 


CHRIST,  82. 


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5  When  nature  faints — around  my  bed 
Let  thy  bright  glories  shine; 
And  death  shall  all  its  terrors  lose, 
In  raptures  so  divine. 

82  C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  thousand  seraph  tongues 

To  bless  the  incarnate  Word: 
O  for  a  thousand  thankful  songs 
In  honour  of  my  Lord! 

2  Come,  tune  afresh  your  golden  lyres, 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne; 
Ye  saints,  in  all  your  sacred  choirs. 
Adore  the  eternal  Son. 

3  Yet  ah!  how  far  beneath  his  feet 

Must  faint  your  noblest  lays! 
So  high  the  theme,  the  notes,  though  sweet. 
How  short  of  his  due  praise! 

4  His  grace  is  known  in  heaven  above; 

His  power  is  felt  in  hell; 
His  saints  can  ne'er  speak  half  his  love. 
Nor  fiends  his  anger  tell. 

5  None  but  thy  wisdom,  Lord,  hath  known, 

None  but  thyself  can  trace 
The  awful  glories  of  thy  throne, 
Or  mysteries  of  thy  grace. 


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CHRIST,  83. 


83  8.  7. 

1  HARK,  the  notes  of  angfels  singing — 

*  Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb!' 
All  in  heaven  their  tribute  bringing, 
Raising  high  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Ye  for  whom  his  life  is  given, 

Sacred  themes  to  you  belong: 
Come,  assist  the  choir  of  heaven: 
Join  the  everlasting  song. 

3  Saints  and  angels  thus  united, 

Songs  imperfect  still  must  raise; 
Though  despised  on  earth  and  slighted, 
Jesus  is  above  all  praise. 

4  See,  the  angelic  hosts  have  crowned  him 

Jesus  fills  the  throne  on  high: 
Countless  myriads  hovering  round  him. 
With  hifi  praises  rend  the  sky. 

5  Filled  with  holy  emulation. 

Let  us  vie  with  those  above; 
Sweet  the  theme — a  free  salvation! 
Fruit  of  everlasting  love. 

6  Endless  life  in  him  possessing. 

Let  us  praise  his  precious  name: 
Glory,  honour,  power,  and  blessing, 
Be  for  ever  to  the  Lamb. 


CHRIST,  84,  85.  73 


84  lis. 

1  HITHER,  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  of 

triumph. 

To  Bethlehem  haste,  the  Prince  of  life  to 
meet; 

To  you,  this  day,  is  born  a  Prince  and  Sa- 
viour. 

O  come,  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

2  Jesus,  our  Saviour,  for  such  condescension, 
Our  praise  and  our  reverence  are  an  offering 

meet; 

Now  is  the  World  made  flesh,  and  dwells 

among  us: 
O  come,  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

3  Shout  his  almighty  name,  ye  choirs  of  angels, 
And  let  the  celestial  courts  his  praise  repeat; 
Give  to  our  Saviour  glory  in  the  highest: 

O  come,  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

85  11, 10. 

1  HAIL  the  blest  morn!  see  the  great  Mediator, 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descend! 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 
Lo,  for  his  guard,  the  bright  angels  attend. 

CHORUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning. 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine 
aid; 

Star  in  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  was  laid. 


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CHRIST,  86. 


2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dewdrops  are  shining; 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall; 

Angels  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Wise  men  and  shepherds  before  him  do 
fall. 

Brightest  and  best,  &e. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odours  of  Eden,  and  offerings  divine. 
Gems  from  the  mountains,  and  pearls  from 
the  ocean, 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine? 

Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation. 

Vainly  with  gold  we  his  favour  secure; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Brightest  and  best,  &c. 


86  C.  M. 

1  TO  thee,  my  Shepherd  and  ray  Lord, 

A  grateful  song  I'll  raise; 
O  let  the  meanest  of  thy  flock 
Attempt  to  speak  thy  praise. 

2  Love,  that  could  bring  thy  willing  feet 

From  the  blest  world  on  high! 


CHRIST,  87. 


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From  thy  great  Father's  dear  embrace, 
To  labour,  bleed,  and  die! 

3  My  life,  my  joy,  my  hope,  I  owe 

To  this  amazing  love; 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  comforts  here, 
And  nobler  bliss  above. 

4  To  thee  my  trembling  spirit  flies, 

With  sin  and  grief  opprest; 
Thy  gentle  voice  dispels  my  fears, 
And  lulls  my  cares  to  rest. 

5  Nay,  should  I  walk  thro'  death's  dark  vale, 

With  double  horror  spread. 
Thy  rod  would  guide  my  doubtful  steps, 
And  guard  my  drooping  head. 

6  Lead  on,  dear  Shepherd!  led  by  thee 

No  evil  shall  I  fear; 
Soon  shall  I  reach  thy  fold  above. 
And  praise  thee  better  there. 

8^  C.  M. 

1  THOU  Keeper  of  a  lovely  flock, 

Thyself  far  lovelier  still, 
Beneath  the  overshadowing  rock 
Thy  sheep  are  safe  from  ill. 

2  There  thou  at  noon  dost  make  them  rest, 

Screened  from  the  burning  sky, 
Nor  dares  the  wolf,  with  hunger  prest, 
Approach  when  thou  art  nigh. 


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CHRIST,  88. 


3  O  may  I  always  hear  thy  voice. 
Nor  ever  wander  more; 
But  in  thy  constant  care  rejoice, 
Thy  dying  love  adore. 

88  C.  PrI. 

1  JESUS!  thy  love  shall  we  forget; 

And  never  bring  to  mind 
The  grace  that  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
And  bade  us  pardon  find? 

CHORUS. 

Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid 

On  thee — alone  on  thee: 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransom  paid  — 

Thine  all  the  glory  be. 

2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 

Thy  fasting  and  thy  prayer; 
Thy  locks  with  mountain  vapours  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair? 

Our  sorrows,  &c. 

3  Gethsemane,  can  w^e  forget 

The  struggling  agony — 
When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee? 

Our  sorrows,  &c. 

4  Can  we  the  platted  crown  forget, 

The  buffeting  and  shame; 
When  hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset, 
And  earth  reviled  thy  name? 

Our  sorrows,  &c. 


CHRIST,  89. 


5  The  nails— the  spear — can  we  forget; 

The  agonizing  cry— 
'  My  God!  my  Father!  wilt  thou  let 
Thy  Son  forsaken  d'leV 

Our  sorrows,  &c. 

6  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget — 

Our  kindred  cease  to  love; 
But  He,  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 

Our  sorrows,  &.c^ 


§9  L.  M. 

1  'TIS  midnight— and  on  Olive's  brow 

The  star  is  dimm'd,  that  lately  shone; 
'Tis  midnight — in  the  garden  now 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight — and  from  all  removed, 

Immanuel  wrestles  lone  with  fears; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  loves. 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  griefs  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 

The  Man  of  Sorrows  weeps  in  blood; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight — from  the  heavenly  plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe.* 


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CHRIST,  90. 


90  P.  M. 

1  THOU  soft-flowing  Kedron,  by  thy  silver 

stream, 

Our  Saviour  at  midnight,  when  Cynthia's 
pale  beam 

Shone  bright  on  the  waters,  would  oftentimes 
stray, 

And  lose  in  thy  murmurs  the  toils  of  the  day! 

CHORUS. 

Come  saints  and  adore  him,  come  bow  at  his 
feet; 

O  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet! 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the 
skies! 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapours  that  fell  on  his 

head! 

How  hard  was  his  pillow!  how  humble  his 
bed! 

The  angels  astonish'd  grew  sad  at  the  sight. 
And  followed  their  master  with  solemn  delight! 

CHORUS. 

Come  saints,  &c. 

3  O  garden  of  Olivet, — dear,  honour'd  spot! 
The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot! 
The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above, 
The  triumph  of  sorrow,  the  triumph  of  love! 

CHORUS. 

Come  saints,  &c. 


CHRIST,  91. 


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91  P.  M. 

1  FROM  Jesse's  root,  behold  a  branch  arise, 
Whose  sacred  flower  with  fragrance  fills  the 

skies: 

Th'  ethereal  spirit  o'er  its  leaves  shall  move, 
And  on  its  top  descends  the  mystic  Dove. 

2  Ye  heavens!  frorn  high  the  dewy  nectar  pour, 
And  in  soft  silence  shed  the  kindly  shower! 
The  sick  and  weak  the  healing  plant  shall  aid. 
From  storms  a  shelter,  and  from  heat  a  shade. 

3  Hark!  a  glad  voice  the  lonely  desert  cheers! 
Prepare  the  way!  a  God,  a  God,  appears! 

A  God!  a  God!  the  vocal  hills  reply; 

The  rocks  proclaim  the  approaching  Deity! 

4  Rise,  crown'd  with  light,  imperial  Salem  rise! 
Exalt  thy  towering  head,  and  lift  thine  eyes; 
See  barbarous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend! 

5  No  more  the  rising  sun  shall  gild  the  morn, 
Nor  evening  moon  shall  fill  her  silver  horn; 
But  in  thy  courts,  the  light  himself  shall 

shine 

ReveaPd,  and  God's  eternal  day  be  thine! 

6  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  in  smoke 

decay. 

Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away; 
But  fix'd  his  word,  his  saving  power  remains. 
Thy  realm  for  ever  lasts,  thy  own  Messiah 
reigns! 


80 


CHRIST,  92,  93. 


92  C.  M. 

1  MESSIAH!  at  thy  glad  approach, 

The  howling"  wilds  are  still; 
Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste, 
And  breathe  from  every  hill. 

2  The  hidden  fountains  at  thy  call, 

Their  sacred  stores  unlock; 
Loud  in  the  desert,  sudden  streams 
Burst  living  from  the  rock. 

3  The  incense  of  the  spring  ascends 
Upon  the  morning  gale. 

Red  o'er  the  hill  the  roses  bloom. 

The  lilies  in  the  vale. 
Renew'd  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears; 
And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  sun, 

Leads  on  the  promis'd  years. 
The  kingdom  of  Messiah  come 

Appointed  times  disclose; 
And  fairer  in  Immanuel's  land 

The  new  creation  glows. 
Let  Israel  to  the  prince  of  peace, 

The  loud  hosanna  sing! 
With  hallelujahs,  and  with  hymns, 
O  Zion,  hail  thy  King! 

93  CM. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear! 


CHRIST,  94. 


It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 

It  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name!  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place; 
My  never-failing  treasury,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defil'd; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
IMl  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  'Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

94  P.  M. 

1  'TIS  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope. 
That  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  homei 


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CHRIST,  95. 


2  There  shall  my  dis-imprisonM  soul, 

Behold  him  and  adore; 
Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 
And  grieve,  and  sin  no  more. 

3  Shall  see  him  wear  that  very  flesh, 

On  which  my  guilt  was  lain; 
His  love  intense,  his  merit  fresh, 
As  though  but  newly  slain. 

4  Soon  too  my  slumbering  dust  shall  hear 

The  trumpet's  quickening  sound; 
And  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

5  These  eyes  shall  see  him  in  that  day, 

The  God  that  died  for  me! 
And  all  my  rising  bones  shall  say. 
Lord,  who  is  like  to  thee! 

6  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds. 

Weak  as  it  is  below. 
What  raptures  must  the  church  above, 
In  Jesus'  presence  know! 

7  O  may  the  unction  of  these  truths, 

For  ever  with  me  stay, 
Till  from  her  sinful  cage  dismiss'd, 
My  spirit  flies  away! 

95  L.  M. 

1  TELL  me,  dear  Saviour,  tell  me  why, 
This  act  of  grace — to  bleed  and  die? 


CHRIST,  96. 


83 


What  mighty  motive  could  thee  move? 
What  motive — but  redeeming  love! 

2  Love  for  the  harden'd  and  the  base, 
A  careless,  unbelieving  race; 
Rebels,  who  all  thy  grace  vi^ithstood, 
And  trampled  under  foot  thy  blood. 

3  While  flinty  rocks  were  rent  with  dread; 
While  opening  graves  gave  up  their  dead; 
When  the  fair  sun  withdrew  his  light 
And  hid  his  head  to  shun  the  sight: 

4  Then  stood  the  wretch  of  human  race. 
And  rais'd  his  head,  and  show'd  his  face^ 
Gaz'd  unconcerned,  when  nature  faiPd, 
ScofF'd  at  thy  dying  pangs — and  railM! 

5  Harder  than  rocks  and  mountains  are. 
Than  senseless  earth  more  senseless  far, 
Man  view'd  unmov'd  the  flowing  stream, 
Nor  ever  dream'd  it  flow'd  for  him! 

6  Oh,  love  of  unexampled  kind! 
Leaving  all  mortal  thought  behind! 

Where  length,  and  breadth,  and  depth  and 
height, 

Are  lost  to  our  astonish'd  sight! 

96  L.  M. 

1  HOW  wondrous  are  the  works  of  God, 
Displayed  through  all  the  world  abroad! 
Immensely  great!  immensely  small! 
Yet  one  strange  work  exceeds  them  alL 


84 


CHRIST,  97. 


2  He  formed  the  sun,  fair  fount  of  light, 
The  moon  and  stars  to  rule  the  night: 
But  night,  and  stars,  and  moon,  and  sun. 
Are  little  works  compared  with  one. 

3  He  rolled  the  seas,  and  spread  the  skies; 
Made  valleys  sink,  and  mountains  rise; 
The  meadows  clothed  with  native  green, 
And  bade  the  rivers  glide  between. 

4  But  what  are  seas,  or  skies,  or  hills. 
Or  verdant  vales,  or  gliding  rills. 
To  wonders  man  was  born  to  prove. 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  love? 

5  'Tis  far  beyond  what  words  express. 
What  saints  can  feel,  or  angels  guess: 
Angels,  that  hymn  the  great  I  am, 

Fail  down,  and  veil  before  the  Lamb!  ' 

6  The  highest  heavens  are  short  of  this; 
'Tis  deeper  than  the  vast  abyss; 

'Tis  more  than  thought  can  e'er  conceive, 
Or  hope  expect,  or  faith  believe. 

9t  L.  P.  M. 

1  O  LOVE  divine,  what  hast  thou  done! 

The  Lord  of  life  hath  died  for  me! 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  sins  upon  the  tree; 
Th'  incarnate  Gfod  for  me  hath  died, 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified. 


CHRIST,  98. 


2  Sinners,  behold,  as  ye  pass  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peacej 
Come,  sinners,  see  your  Saviour  die, 

And  say,  was  ever  grief  like  his? 
Come,  feel  with  me  his  blood  applied, 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified. 

3  Is  crucified  for  you  and  me. 

To  bring  us,  rebels,  back  to  God; 
Salvation  now  for  us  is  free; 

His  church  is  purchased  with  his  blood 
Pardon  and  life  flow  from  his  side; 
The  Lord,  my  love,  is  crucified. 

4  Then  let  us  sit  beneath  his  cross, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  stream; 
All  things  for  him  account  but  dross. 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him; 
Of  nothing  speak,  or  think  beside, 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified. 

98  7s. 

1  TO  the  cross  where  Jesus  dies, 

Where  my  Lord  resigns  his  breathy 
Where  affliction  veils  his  eyes. 

Swimming  in  the  tears  of  death: 
Thither  bringing  all  my  guilt. 

From  avenging  wrath  I  flee, 
To  the  blood  of  sprinkling  spilt — ■ 

Spilt  to  let  the  sinner  free. 


86 


CHRIST,  99. 


2  'Mid  convulsive  agonies, 

Peace  his  quivering  lips  impart; 
Pardon  seal'd  by  broken  sighs 

Issuing  from  a  bursting  heart; 
Let  me  feel  this  healing  power, 

Let  this  hardened  heart  of  stone, 
Melt  beneath  this  purple  shower. 

From  his  body  trickling  down. 

3  On  those  temples,  crown'd  with  thorns, 

Suffering  majesty  appears; 
Love  that  dying  face  adorns. 

Stained  with  blood  and  soiled  with  tears; 
Pierce  the  shadows  of  the  heart. 

With  the  lightning  of  that  eye; 
Smiles  of  peace  to  me  impart, 

Let  me  feel,  or  I  must  diel 

99  7s. 

1  HAIL  the  day  that  saw  him  rise. 
Ravished  from  our  wishful  eyes; 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Reascends  his  native  heaven; 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits; 
'Lift  your  heads  eternal  gates! 
Wide  unfold  the  radient  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  inl' 

2  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives. 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves; 


CHRIST,  100. 

Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own: 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads; 
Next  himself  prepares  a  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Master,  (may  we  ever  say,) 
Taken  from  the  world  away. 
See  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee: 

Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height, — 
Grant  our  souls  may  thither  rise — 
Foirwing  thee  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come — 
Looking  for  a  happier  home: 

There  we  shall  with  thee  remain. 
Partners  of  thy  endless  reign; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see — 
Find  a  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 

100  C.  M. 

1  O  THOU  whose  justice  reigns  on  high 
And  makes  th'  oppressor  cease, 
Behold  how  envious  sinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 


88 


CHRIST,  100. 


2  They  wrest  my  words  to  mischief  still, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults; 
Mischief  doth  all  their  counsels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

3  The  sons  of  violence  and  lies 

Join  to  devour  me,  Lord; 
But,  as  my  hourly  dangers  rise, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

4  In  God,  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 

I  have  reposed  my  trust; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

PAUSE. 

5  God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints. 

Their  groans  affect  his  ears; 
Thou  hast  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  my  tears. 

6  When  to  thy  throne  I  raise  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee: 
So  swift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  sky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

7  Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord; 

Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise: 
I'll  sing  how  faithful  is  thy  word, 
How  righteous  are  thy  ways. 

8  Thou  hast  secured  my  soul  from  death; 

Oh  set  thy  servant  free. 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  em  ploy 'd  for  thee. 


CHRIST,  101,  102. 


101  C.  M. 

1  ATTEND,  O  Lord,  while  hosts  of  foes 

Thy  heritage  invade; 
Thy  Salem  has  become  a  heap, 
Thy  house  a  ruin  made. 

2  Behold  us.  Lord,  a  remnant  sad, 

Of  peace  and  hope  forlorn! 
Of  every  mouth  the  vile  reproach, 
Of  every  eye  the  scorn. 

3  How  long"  shall  thy  fierce  anger  burn? 

How  long  delay  thy  grace? 
How  long  thy  hapless  children  mourn 
The  hidings  of  thy  face? 

4  Help,  Lord  of  Hosts,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

The  glory  of  thy  name! 
Cleanse  us  from  guilt,  our  hearts  renew, 
And  wipe  away  our  shame. 

5  Arise,  O  God,  and  let  thy  hand 

In  awful  glory  shine: 
Then  shall  our  haughty  raging  foes 
Confess  thy  name  divine. 

102  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 
Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep: 


90 


CHRIST,  102. 


2  Thy  church  is  in  the  desert  now; 

Shine  from  on  hi^h,  and  guide  us  through: 
Turn  us  to  thee,  tliy  love  restore — 
We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
How  long  shall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return? 
How  long  shall  thy  fierce  anger  burn? 

4  Instead  of  cheerful  wine  and  bread, 
The  saints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed: 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore — 
We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 

PAUSE. 

5  Hast  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hand 
This  lovely  vine  within  thy  land? 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  dews  enrich  the  ground? 

6  How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot. 
Filling  the  land  with  precious  fruit! 
But  now,  O  Lord,  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine  in  sad  decay. 

7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defaced? 
Why  are  its  fences  thus  laid  waste? 
Strangers  and  foes  against  it  join, 
And  beasts  of  prey  devour  the  vine. 

8  Return,  Almighty  God,  return, 
Nor  longer  let  thy  vineyard  mourn: 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore — 
We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 


SINNER,  103, 104. 


103  8's. 

1  O  comb;  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord, 

In  God  our  salvation  rejoice; 
In  psalms  of  thanksgiving  record 

His  praise,  with  one  spirit  and  voice: 
Jehovah  is  God,  and  he  reigns 

The  God  of  all  gods  on  his  throne; 
The  strength  of  the  hills  he  maintains: 

The  ends  of  the  earth  are  his  own. 

2  O  come,  let  us  worship  and  kneel  • 

Before  our  Creator,  our  God, 
The  people  who  serve  him  with  zeal, 

The  sheep  who  his  pastures  have  trod; 
To  him  let  us  hearken  to-day, — 

The  voice  that  yet  speaks  from  above, — 
And  all  his  commandments  obey, 

For  he  that  ordain'd  them  is  love. 


SINNER. 

104  L.  M. 

1  BEHOLD  a  Stranger  at  the  door. 

He  gently  knocks — has  knock'd  before 
Has  waited  long;  is  waiting  still: 
You  use  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  [But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed? 
He  will — the  very  friend  you  need; 


92 


SINNER,  105. 


The  man  of  Nazareth,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  at  Calvary.] 

3  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn. 
Lest  he  depart,  and  ne'er  return; 

*Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand. 
When  at  his  door  denied  you'll  stand. 

4  Admit  him,  for  the  human  breast 
Ne'er  entertained  so  kind  a  guest: 
No  mortal  tongue  their  joys  can  tell, 
With  whom  he  condescends  to  dwell. 

4  Yet  know — nor  of  the  terms  complain — 
Where  Jesus  comes,  he  comes  to  reign, 
To  reign  with  universal  sway: 

E'en  thoughts  must  die  that  disobey. 

5  Sovereign  of  souls?  thou  Prince  of  Peace! 
Oh,  may  thy  gentle  reign  increase! 
Throw  wide  the  door,  each  willing  mind 
And  be  his  empire,  all  mankind. 

105  L.  M. 

1  SINNERS,  obey  the  Gospel  word! 
Haste  to  the  supper  of  the  Lord! 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day! 
AH  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own. 
And  kiss  his  late  returning  son: 
Ready  the  loving  Saviour  stands. 

And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 


SINNER,  106. 


3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 

E'en  now  the  stony  heart  to  move: 
To  apply  and  witness  with  the  blood, 
And  wash,  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait. 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate: 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 


106  L.  M. 

1  WHY  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  God's  compassion  spares? 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above? 
Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love? 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain? 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain? 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue: 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear. 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God!  thy  grace  impart; 
Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart: 
Nor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares. 


94  SINNER,  107,  108. 


lot  8,  7  &  4. 

1  HEAR,  O  sinner! — mercy  hails  you, 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls; 

Hear,  O  sinner! — 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls 

2  See!  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 

0*er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread; 
Hark!  the  awful  thunders  rolling 
Loud,  and  louder  o'er  your  head; — 

Turn,  O  sinner! — 
Lest  the  lightnings  strike  you  dead. 

3  Haste!  O  sinner!  to  the  Saviour, 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over; 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away; 

Haste,  O  sinner! — 
You  must  perish — if  you  stay. 


lOS 

1  SINNER  come 
Mid  thy  gloom, 

All  thy  guilt  confessing, 
Trembling  now, 
Contrite  bow. 

Take  the  ofFerM  blessing. 


SINNER,  109. 


2  Sinner  come, 
While  there's  room, 

While  the  feast  is  waiting; 

While  the  Lord, 

By  his  word, 
Kindly  is  inviting. 

3  Sinner,  come, 
Lo,  the  tomb 

Opens  wide  before  thee! 

See  death  stand — 

Lift  his  hand, 
Waiting  to  devour  thee. 

4  Sinner,  come. 
Ere  thy  doom 

Shall  be  seal'd  for  ever; 
Now  return. 
Grieve  and  mourn, 

Flee  to  Christ,  the  Saviour. 

109  7's. 

1  SINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give. 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die? 


96 


SINNER,  110. 


2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
Christ,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why? 
He  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again? 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why? 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love: 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live? 
Why,  ye  long-sowght  sinners,  why 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die? 

110  7's. 

1  SINNER,  is  thy  heart  at  rest? 

Is  thy  bosom  void  of  fear? 
Art  thou  not  by  guilt  oppress'd? 
Speaks  not  conscience  in  thine  ear? 

2  Can  this  world  afford  thee  bliss? 

Can  it  chase  away  thy  gloom? 
Flattering,  false,  and  vain  it  is; — 
Tremble  at  the  worldling's  doom. 

3  Long  the  gospel  thou  hast  spurnM, 

Long  delayed  to  seek  thy  God; 


SINNER,  111. 


Stifled  conscience,  nor  hast  turned, 

Woo'd  though  by  a  Saviour's  blood. 
Think,  O,  sinner,  on  thy  end; 

See  the  judgment  day  appear! 
Thither  must  thy  spirit  wend; 

There  thy  righteous  sentence  hear. 
Wretched,  ruin'd,  helpless  soul, 

To  a  Saviour's  blood  apply; 
He  atone  can  make  thee  whole; 
Fly  to  Jesus, — sinner,  fly! 

Ill  7s. 

1  SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 

Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow! 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepared, 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes. 

Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee? 

4  Who  his  advent  may  abide? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame. 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 

When  this  world  is  wrapp'd  in  flame? 


98 


SINNER,  112. 


5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace! 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath. 
And  our  souls  be  callM  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 

Listen  to  the  gospel  voice; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

112  L.  M. 

1  TO-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice; 
Say,  will  you  be  for  ever  blest, 

And  with  the  glorious  Jesus  rest? 

2  Will  you  be  saved  from  guilt  and  pain? 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign? 
Say,  will  you  to  mount  Zion  go? 

Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

3  Come,  blooming  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Your  sports,  and  all  your  glittering  toys, 
Compared  to  our  celestial  joys. 

Like  momentary  dreams  appear; 
Come,  go  with  us — your  souls  are  dear. 

5  O,  must  we  bid  you  all  farewell; 

We  bound  to  heaven,  and  you  to  hell? 


SINNER,  113. 


Still  God  may  hear  us  while  we  pray, 
And  change  you,  ere  that  burning  day. 
6  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name, 
We  know  his  love  remains  the  same; 
Say,  v.'ill  you  to  mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

113 

1  DARK  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee! 

Black  clouds  are  gathering  fast! 
In  awful  power  thy  God  has  come, 
Thy  days  of  mirth  are  past. 

2  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee! 

Red  flames  are  bursting  round; 
Bright  lightnings  flash,  loud  thunders  roar, 
How  shakes  the  trembling  ground! 

3  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee! 

Behold  the  Judge  appears; 
Unnumber'd  millions  throng  around, 
Raised  from  the  dust  of  years. 

4  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee! 

Soon  thou  wilt  hear  thy  doom; 
Destruction  opens  wide  for  thee, 
Thy  chosen,  final  home. 

5  Yet  stay — the  vision  lingers; 

Why,  sinner,  wilt  thou  die? 
Dark  brood  the  heavens,  but  mercy  waits, 
This  hour  to  Jesus  fly. 


100 


SINNER,  114. 


U4 

1  O  CARELESS  sinners  come, 

Praj  now  attend, 
This  world  is  not  your  home, 

It  soon  will  end: 
Jehovah  calls  aloud. 
Forsake  the  thoughtless  crowd; 
Pursue  the  road  to  God, 

And  happy  be. 

2  No  happiness  you'll  find, 

While  thus  you  go. 
No  peace  unto  your  mind, 

But  pain  and  wo 
Attend  you  every  day. 
While  far  from  God  you  stray, 
O  sinner,  come  away. 

And  ever  live. 

3  How  many  calls  you've  had! 

I  call  again: 
How  can  you  be  so  bad, 

So  full  of  sin, 
As  to  refuse  that  voice 
Which  calls  you  to  rejoice. 
In  making  heaven  your  choice. 

And  shunning  hell. 

4  Nor  do  I  call  alone; 

The  Saviour,  too. 
Even  with  his  dying  groans. 
Cries,  Bid  adieu 


SINNER,  114. 


To  all  your  lovers  now, 
And  to- his  sceptre  bow, 
And  he  will  tell  you  how 
To  live  anew. 

5  But  if  you  will  refuse, 

Down,  down  you'll  go, 
And  with  the  wicked  choose 

The  road  to  wo; 
Alas!  how  can  you  slight 
The  rays  of  gospel  light. 
And  sink  in  endless  night, 

Where  silence  reigns. 

6  I  bid  you  all  farewell 

With  aching  heart, 
And  in  deep  sorrow  tell 

That  we  must  part. 
While  on  to  heaven  we  go, 
And  you  are  bound  to  wo, 
Alas!  it  must  be  so. 

If  you  rebel. 

7  I  look  on  you  again. 

And  hoping,  say. 
Why  don't  you  leave  your  sin, 

And  come  away 
From  Satan's  cruel  power, 
And  live  forevermore, 
And  bless  the  joyful  hour 

That  life  begun. 


log  SINNER,  115. 


115  L.  M.  D. 

1  YOUNG  people,  all  attention  ^ve, 

While  I  address  you  in  God's  name; 
You  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 

Come,  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend: 
I've  sought  for  bliss  in  glittering  toys, 

I've  ranged  th'  alluring  scenes  of  life, 
But  never  found  substantial  joys 

Until  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voice. 

2  He  spoke  at  once  my  sins  forgiven. 

And  swept  my  load  of  guilt  away; 
He  gave  me  glory,  peace  and  heaven, 

And  led  me  in  his  own  right  way; 
And  now  with  trembling  sense  I  view, 

Huge  billows  roll  beneath  your  path, 
While  death  eternal  waits  for  you 

Who  slight  the  force  of  gospel  truth. 

3  Think  of  the  soul  where  vengeance  reigns? 

It  sinks  in  groans  and  ceaseless  cries, 
It  moves  amidst  the  burning  flames 

In  boundless  woes  and  agonies. 
There  swallow'd  up  in  blackest  night, 

Where  devils  dwell  and  thunders  roar, 
To  sink  in  keen  despair  and  guilt. 

When  thousand  thousand  years  are  o'er. 

4  O  fellow  youth!  this  is  the  state 

Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse; 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late 
The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose: 


SINNER,  116,  117. 


103 


Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 
No  longer  fight  against  your  Lord; 

And  with  my  mission  now  comply, 

And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 


1  TO-DAY  the  Saviour  calls! 

Ye  wanderers  come; 
O,  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls! 

O,  listen  now. 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls! 

For  refuge  fly; 
The  storm  of  vengeance  falls; 
Ruin  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day! 

Yield  to  his  power: 
O,  grieve  him  not  away; 
'Tis  mercy's  hour. 


1  DELAY  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  draw  near! 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee, 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 


116 


6&4 


UK 


lis. 


104 


SINNER,  118. 


2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  cotn  passion  of  Jesus,  thy  God? 
A  fountain  is  open'd,  how  canst  thou  refuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning 
blood. 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come, 

For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee 
to-day; 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tonnb; 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass 
away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  Grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its 
sad  flight; 

And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand^ — 

The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens 
shall  fade; 

The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment 
shall  stand; 
What  power,  then,  O  sinner!  shall  lend 
thee  its  aid? 

118  1st. 
1  O,  THERE  will  be  mourning,  mournings 
mourning,  mourning, 
O  there  will  be  mourning  at  the  judgment 
seat  of  Christ. 


SINNER,  119. 


Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

2  O,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

3  O,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

4  O,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
Friends  and  neighbours  there  will  part. 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

5  O,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
Pastors  and  people  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

6  O,  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet, 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 


119  7  &  6. 

1  SINNER,  hath  a  voice  within 

Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  soul, 
Bid  thee  leave  the  ways  of  sin. 
And  yield  to  God's  control? 

2  Hath  it  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  earthly  vanity. 
Pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 
And  warn'd  thee  now  to  flee? 


106 


SINNER,  120. 


3  Sinner,  'twas  a  heavenly  voice; 

The  Spirit's  gracious  call, 
Bade  thee  make  a  better  choice, 
And  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Hear  the  call  to  life  and  light; 

Regard  the  warning  kind: 
If  that  call  thou  always  slight, 
Thou  mercy  ne'er  shalt  find, 

5  Soon  thy  season  will  be  o'er. 

Thy  Spirit  cease  to  strive; 
Thy  slumbers  he  will  break  no  more; 
His  love  then  do  not  grieve. 

6  Sinner,  should  this  very  day 

Thy  last  of  mercy  be! 
Shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Hope  ne'er  may  beam  on  thee. 

120  7&6. 

1  STOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think. 

Before  you  farther  go- 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo? 

CHORUS. 

Be  entreated  now  to  stop! 

Unless  you  warning  take. 
Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake! 


SINNER,  120. 


2  Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide, 

And  waits  the  dread  command, 
Soon  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 
•And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come. 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 
Will  fill  you  with  despair. 

4  All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Of  bloody  crimson  die, 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 
And  what  can  you  reply? 

5  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose? 
Fear  you  not  his  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 

6  Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day. 

When  judgment  is  proclaimed, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away. 
Like  wax  before  the  flame? 

7  Though  your  heart  were  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel. 
He  will  not  let  you  pass. 

8  Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call. 

Who  now  despise  his  grace, 
*  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 
And  hide  us  from  his  face.' 


f08  SINNER,  121. 


9  Bat  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

That  you  may  mercy  know; 
Though  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 
He  still  forbears  the  blow. 

10  It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 
Sinners  he  calls  to  come; 
None  who  come  shall  be  denied, 
He  says,  'There  yet  is  room:' 

121  7s. 

1  HEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent. 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued; 
See  his  body,  mangled — rent, 

Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood: 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  fhou  done! 
Murdered  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Yes,  our  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Drove  the  nails  that  fixed  him  there, 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Pierced  him  with  a  soldier's  spear; 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice. 
For  a  sinful  world  he  dies. 

3  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain. 

Still  to  death  pursue  your  Lord; 
Open  tear  his  wounds  again. 

Trample  on  his  precious  blood? 
No!  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part. 
Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 


SINNER,  122,  123. 


122  L.  M. 

1  SINNERS,  obey  the  gospel  word, 
Haste  to  the  supper  of  your  Lord; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day, 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away; 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own 
And  welcome  his  returning  son. 
Ready  the  gracious  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands; 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  from  above 

To  fill  the  broken  heart  with  love, 
T'  apply  and  witness  Jesus'  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  you  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  anorels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate; 
Tuning  their  harps  by  which  they  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

123  C.  M. 

1  ALL  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death. 

And  say,  there  is  no  hell; 
The  gasp  of  your  expiring  breath 
Will  send  you  there  to  dwell. 

2  When  iron  slumbers  bind  your  flesh, 

With  strange  surprise  you'll  find 
Immortal  vigour  spring  afresh, 
And  tortures  wake  the  mindl 


110 


SINNER,  124. 


3  Then  youMl  confess,  the  frightful  names 

Of  plagues  you  scornM  before, 
No  more  shall  look  like  idle  dreams, 
Like  foolish  tales  no  more. 

4  Then  shall  ye  curse  that  fatal  day. 

With  flames  upon  your  tongues. 
When  you  exchanged  your  souls  away 
For  vanity  and  songs. 

124  S.  M. 

1  I  SAW,  beyond  the  tomb, 

The  awful  Judge  appear. 
Prepared  to  scan  with  strict  account, 
My  blessings  wasted  here. 

2  His  wrath  like  flaming  fire, 

Burn'd  to  the  lowest  hell — 
And  in  that  hopeless  world  of  wo, 
He  bade  my  spirit  dwell. 

3  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  called  to-day; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

4  Soon  will  the  harvest  close — 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er — 
And  soon,  your  injur'd  angry  God 
Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 


SINNER,  125,  126. 


Ill 


1      125  C.  M. 

1  AH!  who  can  speak  the  vast  dismay 

That  fills  the  sinner's  mind, 
When  torn  by  death's  strong  hand  away, 
He  leaves  his  all  behind! 

2  Worldlings,  who  cleave  to  earthly  things, 

But  are  not  rich  to  God, 
Will  feel  that  death  is  full  of  stings, 
And  hell  a  dark  abode. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  make  us  timely  wise, 

Thy  gospel  to  attend; 
That  we  may  live  above  the  skies. 
When  time  and  life  shall  end. 

120  C.  M. 

1  FAR  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day 

Those  gloomy  regions  lie, 
Where  flames  amid  the  darkness  play — 
The  worm  shall  never  die. 

2  The  breath  of  God — his  angry  breath 

Supplies  and  fans  the  fire; 
There  sinners  taste  the  second  death, 
And  would — but  can't  expire. 

3  Conscience,  the  never  dying  worm. 

With  torture  gnaws  the  heart; 
And  wo  and  wrath,  in  every  form, 
Is  now  the  sinner's  part. 


112 


SINNER,  127,  128. 


4  Sad  world  indeed!  ah,  who  can  bear 
For  ever  there  to  dwell — 
For  ever  sinking  in  despair 
In  all  the  pains  of  helll 


1  SINNERS,  this  solemn  truth  regard, 

Hear,  all  yc  sons  of  men; 
For  Christ  the  Saviour  hath  declared, 
'  Ye  must  be  born  again.' 

2  Whatever  might  be  your  birth  or  blood. 

The  sinner's  boast  is  vain; 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 

*  Ye  must  be  born  again.' 

3  Our  nature's  totally  depraved— 

The  heart  a  sink  of  sin; 
Without  a  change  we  can't  be  saved; 

*  Ye  must  be  born  again.' 

4  Spirit  of  life,  thy  grace  impart. 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain: 
Bear  witness.  Lord,  in  every  heart. 
That  we  are  born  again. 


1  WHEN  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 

When — the  death-shades  o'er  thee  spread, — 
Thou  hast  finished  earth's  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear? 


12^ 


C.  M. 


128 


7s. 


SINNER,  129. 


2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment  day, 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
Say,  oh  where  wilt  thou  be  found? 

3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light. 
Clothed  in  m;ijesty  and  might; 
When  tlie  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
Where,  oh  where  wilt  thou  appear? 

4  What  shall  soothe  thy  bursting  heart. 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  be  found? 

5  While  the  ^loly  Ghost  is  nigh, 
Quickly  to  the  Saviour  fly; 
Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer. 
Then  in  heaven  shalt  thou  appear. 

129  8,  7,  4. 

1  HEAR,  O  sinner! — mercy  hails  you, 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls; 

Hear,  O  sinner! — 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  See!  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 

O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread; 
Hark!  the  awful  thunders  rolling 


114  PENITENT,  130. 


Loud,  and  louder  o*er  your  head; — 

Turn,  O  sinner! — 
Lest  the  lightnings  strike  you  dead. 

3  Haste!  O  sinner!  to  the  Saviour, 
Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over; 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away; — 

Hasle,  O  sinner! — 
You  must  perish — if  you  stay. 


PENITENT. 

130  8,  7,  4. 

1  COME,  ye  souls  by  sin  afflicted, 

Bowed  with  fruitless  sorrow  down; 
By  the  broken  law  convicted. 

Through  the  cross  behold  the  crown! 
Look  to  Jesus! 
Mercy  flows  through  him  alone. 

2  Take  his  easy  yoke  and  wear  it, 

Love  will  make  obedience  sweet; 
Christ  will  give  you  strength  to  bear  it, 

While  his  wisdom  guides  your  feet 
Safe  to  glory, 
Where  his  ransomed  captives  meet. 


PENITENT,  131. 


3  Sweet  as  home  lo  pilgrims  weary, 

Light  to  newly-opencd  e3^es! 
Or  full  springs  in  deserts  dreary, 

Is  the  rest  the  cross  supplies; 
All  who  taste  it, 
Shall  to  rest  immortal  rise. 

4  Blessed  are  the  eyes  that  see  him; 

Blest  the  ears  that  hear  his  voice; 
Blessed  are  the  souls  that  trust  him, 

And  in  him  alone  rejoice; 
His  commandments 
Then  become  their  happy  choice. 

5  [But  to  sing  the  rest  of  glory. 

Mortal  tongues  far  short  must  fall; 
Tongues  celestial  strive  to  reach  it, 

But  it  soars  beyond  them  all; 
Faith  believes  il;  Hope  expects  it; 

Love  desires  it; 
But  it  overwhelms  them  all.] 

131  L.  M. 

1  '  COME  unto  me,  ye  weary,  come! 
Ye  heavy-laden,  cease  to  roam! 

I  will  refresh  the  weary  breast. 
And  give  the  labouring  spirit  rest.' 

2  Sweet  word!  it  calms  my  troubled  soul; 
It  bids  my  sorrows  cease  to  roll; 
Smiles  like  the  rainbow  on  the  deep, 
And  hushes  all  my  woes  to  sleep. 


116  PENITENT,  132. 


3  Here  at  thy  feet  'tis  good  to  be, 
Thy  word  to  hear,  thy  face  to  see; 
Thy  freedom's  easy  yoke  to  wear; 
Thy  burden  of  thy  love  to  bear. 

4  Saviour,  thy  promise  I  believe. 
Nor  ever  would  thy  presence  leave, 
But  seek,  upon  thy  gentle  breast, 
The  foretaste  of  eternal  rest. 

132  7s. 

1  WELCOME,  welcome!  sinner,  here; 
Hang  not  back  through  shame  or  fear; 
Doubt  not,  nor  distrust  the  call; 
Mercy  is  proclaimed  to  all. 

2  Welcome,  to  the  offered  peace; 
Welcome,  prisoner,  to  release. 
Burst  thy  bonds;  be  saved;  be  free; 
Rise  and  come — He  calleth  thee. 

3  Welcome,  weeping  penitent; 
Grace  has  made  thy  heart  relent: 
Welcome,  long  estranged  child; 
God  in  Christ  is  reconciled. 

4  Welcome  to  the  cleansing  fount, 
Springing  from  the  sacred  mount; 
Welcome  to  the  feast  divine, 
Bread  of  life,  and  living  wine. 

5  All  ye  weary  and  distressed. 
Welcome  to  relief  and  rest. 


PENITENT,  133. 


All  is  ready:  hear  the  call: 
There  is  ample  room  for  all. 

6  None  can  come  thai  shall  not  find 
Mercy  called  whom  Grace  inclined, 
Nor  shall  any  willing  heart 

Hear  the  bitter  word,  Departl 

7  Oh,  the  virtue  of  that  price, 
That  redeeming  sacrifice! 

Come,  ye  bought,  but  not  with  gold, 
Welcome  to  the  sacred  fold. 

133  L.  M. 

1  I  LEFT  the  God  of  truth  and  light; 

I  left  the  God  who  gave  me  breath, 
To  wander  in  the  wilds  of  night. 
And  perish  in  the  snares  of  death. 

2  Sweet  was  his  service,  and  his  yoke 

Was  light  and  easy  to  be  borne; 
Through  all  his  bonds  of  love  I  broke, 
I  cast  away  his  gifts  with  scorn. 

3  [I  dreamed  of  bliss  in  pleasure's  bowers, 

While  pillowing  roses  stayed  my  head; 
But  serpents  hissed  among  the  flowers; 
I  woke,  and  thorns  were  all  my  bed.] 

4  [In  riches  when  I  sought  for  joy. 

And  placed  in  sordid  gains  my  trust, 
I  found  that  gold  was  all  alloy, 
And  worldly  treasures  fleeting  dust.] 


118  PENITENT,  134. 


5  Heart-broken,  friendless,  poor,  cast  down, 

Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  fly, 
Almig^hty  vengeance,  from  thy  frown? 
Eternal  Justice,  from  thine  eye? 

6  Lo,  through  the  gloom  of  guilty  fears, 

My  faith  discerns  a  dawn  of  grace; 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  appears 
In  Jesus'  reconciling  face, 

7  Prostrate  before  the  mercy-seat, 

I  dare  not,  if  I  would  despair; 
None  ever  perished  at  thy  feet, 
And  I  will  lie  for  ever  there. 

134  7s. 

1  JESUS,  save  my  dying  soul; 
Make  the  broken  spirit  whole; 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

2  Jesus,  full  of  every  grace. 
Now  reveal  thy  smiling  face; 
Grant  the  joy  of  sin  forgiven. 
Foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heaven. 

3  All  my  guilt  to  thee  is  known. 
Thou  art  righteous,  thou  alone: 
All  my  help  is  from  thy  cross; 
All  beside  I  count  but  loss. 

5  Lord,  in  thee  I  now  believe; 
Wilt  thou — wilt  thou  not  forgive? 


PENITENT,  135,  136. 


Helpless  at  Ihy  feet  I  lie; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

135  C.  M. 

1  OH,  injured  Majesty  of  heaven! 

Look  frorn  thy  holy  throne: 
A  prostrate  rebel  owns,  with  grief, 
The  treasons  he  hath  done. 

2  How  shall  I  lift  these  guilty  eyes 

To  my  offended  Lord? 
Or  how  beneath  his  heaviest  frown, 
Pronounce  one  murmVing  word? 

3  While  love  its  grateful  anthem  swells, 

Tears  mingle  with  the  song; 
My  heart  with  tender  anguish  bleeds 
That  I  such  grace  should  wrong. 

4  Remorse  and  shame  my  lips  have  sealM, 

But  oh,  my  Father,  speak; 
And  all  the  harmony  of  heaven 
Shall  through  the  silence  break. 

136  C.  M. 

1  OH  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 

That  bows  before  the  Lord: 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word! 

2  Oh  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 

Which  from  repentance  flow! 


120  PENITENT,  137. 


That  sense  of  guilt,  which,  trembling,  fears 

The  long-suspended  blow! 

3  Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give, 

For  sin,  the  deep  distress, 
The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive. 
And  bid  me  go  in  peace. 

4  Oh  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  iove, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  will; 
Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above; 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 

131  S.  M. 

1  OH,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh! 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live. 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears. 

There  is  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath; 
Oh  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death! 


PENITENT,  138,  139. 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun; 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone! 

138  7s. 

1  SOVEREIGN  Ruler,  Lord  of  all, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall; 
Hear,  oh  hear  my  ardent  cry; 
Frovirn  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men. 
Chief  of  sinners  I  have  been: 
Oft  abused  thee  to  thy  face. 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

3  Justly  might  thy  vengeful  dart 
Pierce  this  broken  bleeding  heart; 
Justly  might  thy  angry  breath 
Blast  me  in  eternal  death. 

4  But  writh  thee  may  still  be  found 
Bdlrn  to  heal  my  every  wound; 
Soothe,  oh  soothe  this  troubled  breast; 
Give  the  weary  wand'rer  rest. 

139  P.  M. 

1  BEFORE  thy  awful  throne, 
Now,  Lord,  in  dust  we  lie; 
And  all  our  guilt  bemoan 
In  tears  of  agony: 


122  PENITENT,  139. 


Thy  law  is  right, 
That  sends  the  soul 
To  weep  and  howl 

In  endless  night. 

2  For  sinners  did'st  thou  die, 

To  ransom  them  from  wo? 
They  raised  their  hands  on  high. 
They  gave  the  deadly  blow: 
Ours  is  that  stain: 
Christ  for  our  guilt 
His  blood  has  spilt, 
By  sinners  slain. 

3  And  can  he  still  forgive? 

May  rebels  hear  his  voice, 
Repenting,  turn  and  live, 
And  taste  of  heavenly  joys? 
Our  souls  shall  bow. 
Our  hearts  shall  break. 
Our  tongues  shall  speak, 
Our  tears  shall  flow. 

4  O  Lord,  we  will  believe; 

Apply  thy  pard'ning  blood; 
Our  guilty  souls  receive, 

And  wash  them  in  that  flood; 
We  will  be  thine 
This  blessed  hour, 
And  evermore 
Our  souls  resign. 


PENITENT,  140,  141.  123 


140 

1  RICH  from  the  river  of  life  flow  the  streams 

of  salvation; 
Free  as  the  beams  of  the  sun,  is  the  wide 
invitation: 
Whoso  will  come,  shall  receive 
Joys  that  no  mortal  can  give. 

2  Mercy  is  ready,  its  mantle  of  love  to  spread 

o'er  you; 

Grace  hath  to-day  laid  the  feast  of  the  gospel 
before  you: 
God  keeps  your  life  from  the  grave, 
Waiting  your  spirit  to  save. 

3  O,  then,  ye  wanderers!  repent  and  return  to 

the  Saviour; 
Gladly  accept  the  rich  offers  of  kindness  and 

favour; 
Who  will  the  Spirit  obey? 
Who  will  seek  Jesus  to-day? 

141  7s. 

1  SOVEREIGN  grace  has  power  alone 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone; 

And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died; 
One,  with  vile,  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoffed  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 


124  PENITENT,  142. 


3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death; 
Perished,  as  too  many  do, 

With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touched  with  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case,  • 
Faith  received  to  own  the  Lord, 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorred. 

5  *  Lord,'  he  prayed,  *  remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be:' 
*Soon  with  me,'  the  Lord  replies, 
*  Thou  shalt  rest  in  Paradise.' 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace,  indeed, 
Grace  bestowed  in  time  of  need! 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name. 
You  shall  find  him  still  the  same. 

142  8,  8,  6. 

1  AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found. 

And  knew  not  where  to  go; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
*The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo.' 

2  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find; 


PENITENT,  143.  125 


This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain, 
'  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 
And  whelmM  my  tortured  mind. 

3  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load: 
Alas,  I  read,  and  saw  it  plain, 
*The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God.' 

4  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell, 
How  Jesus  conquered  Death  and  Hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare; 
Yet,  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
'The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

5  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay. 

The  gracious  Saviour  passed  this  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain. 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

143  ll&lO. 
1  COME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you  lan- 
guish. 

Come,  at  the  mercy-seat  fervently  kneel: 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts — here  tell 
your  anguish, 
Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
heal. 


126  PENITENT,  144,  145. 


2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure; 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  mercy  saying, 
*  Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot 
cure.' 

144  C.  M. 

1  AND  have  I  measured  half  my  days. 

And  lialf  my  journey  run. 
Nor  tasted  the  Redeemer's  grace, 
Nor  yet  my  work  begun? 

2  The  morning  of  my  life  is  past; 

The  noon  is  almost  o'er; 
The  night  of  death  approaches  fast. 
When  I  can  work  no  more. 

3  O  Thou  who  seest  and  know'st  my  grief, 

Thyself  unseen,  unknown, 
In  mercy  help  my  unbelief, 
And  melt  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye. 

The  long-sought  blessing  give, 
And  bid  me,  at  the  point  to  die. 
Behold  thy  face,  and  live. 

145  L.  M. 

1  TREMBLING  before  thine  awful  throne, 
O  Lord,  in  dust,  my  sins  I  own; 
Justice  and  Mercy  for  my  life 
Contend! — Oh,  smile  and  heal  the  strife. 


PENITENT,  146. 


2  The  Saviour  smiles!  upon  my  soul 
New  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll — 
His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found — 
Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound. 

3  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven — 
The  new-born  joy  of  sin  forgiven! 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels!  never  dimmM  your  sight. — 


146  L.  M. 

1  O  JESUS,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin; 
I  now  would  flee  to  thine  embrace; 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in! 

2  The  stone  to  flesh  do  thou  convert; 

And  all  my  guilt  and  sin  remove; 
Sprinkle  thy  blood  upon  my  heart, 
And  melt  it  by  thy  dying  love. 

3  Give  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears, 

And  kindle  my  relentings  now; 
Fill  all  my  soul  with  filial  fears: 
To  thy  sweet  yoke  my  spirit  bow. 

4  O,  give  me.  Lord,  the  tender  heart, 

That  trembles  at  th'  approach  of  sin; 
A  godly  fear  of  sin  impart; 
Implant  and  root  it  deep  within! 


128         PENITENT,  147,  148. 


14'7'  7s. 

1  PILGRIM,  burdenM  with  thy  sin, 

Haste  to  Zion's  gate  to-day; 
There,  till  mercy  let  thee  in, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and  pray 

2  Knock — for  mercy  lends  an  ear; 

Weep — she  marks  the  sinner's  sigh; 
Watch — till  heavenly  light  appear; 
Pray — she  hears  the  mourner's  cry. 

3  Mourning  Pilgrim!  what  for  thee 

In  this  world  can  now  remain? 
Seek  that  world  from  which  shall  flee 
Sorrow,  shame,  and  tears  and  pain. 

4  Sorrow  shall  for  ever  fly; 

Shame  shall  never  enter  there; 
Tears  be  wip'd  fi'om  every  eye; 
Pain  in  endless  bliss  expire. 

148  C.  M. 

1  MY  conscious  guilt  is  now  so  great, 

If  I  attempt  to  pray. 
The  tempter  tells  me  yet  to  wait, 
Or  frights  my  soul  away. 

2  In  painful  doubt  what  course  to  try, — 

I  fear  this  long  delay, — 
And  must  I  linger  here  and  die, 
Asham'd  to  ask  the  way? 


PENITENT,  149. 


3  Ye  Christian  pilgrims,  can  ye  tell 
A  stranger  to  the  road, 
The  way  that  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
To  find  a  pard'ning  God? 

149  CM. 

1  WE  wander  in  a  thorny  maze, 

A  vale  of  doubts  and  fears; 
A  night,  illum'd  with  sickly  rays, 

A  wilderness  of  tears: 
We  wander,  bound  to  empty  show. 

The  slaves  of  boasted  will; 
We  wander,  dupes  to  hope  untrue. 

And  love  to  wander  still. 

2  We  wander — while  unfading  joy 

We  ne'er  with  zest  approve; 
The  bliss,  that  sparkles  to  destroy, 

Secures  our  warmest  love. 
Some  syren  leads  our  steps  astray, 

But  speaks  no  peace  witl)in; 
We  wander  in  a  flow'ry  way. 

We  wander,  heirs  of  sin! 

3  We  wander,  but  though  oft  we  roam. 

Led  by  allurements  strong; 
Yet  from  our  heavenly  Father's  home, 

We  would  not  wander  long! 
Cleanse  us,  O  Saviour!  from  this  stain. 

In  mercy's  living  flood; 
9 


130  PENITENT,  160. 


Restore  the  lost,  and  bring  again 
The  wand'rers  back  to  God. 

150  S.  M. 

1  AH  whither  shall  I  go, 

Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint? 
To  whom  should  I  my  trouble  show, 

And  pour  out  my  complaint? 
My  Sa\uour  bids  me  come, 

Ah!  why  do  I  delay? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home; 

And  yet  from  him  I  stay. 

2  What  is  it  keeps  me  back. 

From  which  I  cannot  part? 
Which  will  not  let  my  Saviour  take 

Possession  of  my  heart? 
Some  cursed  thing  unknown 

Must  surely  lurk  within; 
Some  idol  which  I  will  not  own, 

Some  secret,  bosom  sin: 

3  Jesus,  the  hindrance  show. 

Which  1  have  feur'd  to  see; 
Yet  let  me  now  consent  to  know 

What  keeps  me  out  of  thee! 
Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 

Thy  trying  pow'r  display: 
Into  its  darkest  corners  shine, 

And  take  the  veil  away! 


PENITENT,  151. 


4  I  now  believe,  in  thee 

Compassion  reigns  alone: 
According  to  my  faith,  to  me 

O  let  it,  Lord,  be  done! 
In  me  is  all  the  bar, 

Which  thou  wouldst  fain  remove; 
Remove  it,  and  I  shall  declare, 

That  God  is  only  love. 


151  S.  M. 

1  AND  can  I  yet  delay 

My  little  all  to  give? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 

For  Jesus  to  receive? 
Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield! 

1  can  hold  out  no  more; 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compeird, 

And  own  thee  conqueror! 

2  Though  late  I  all  forsake. 

My  friends,  my  all  resign; 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 

And  seal  me  ever  thine! 
Come  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove: 
Settle  and  fix  my  wavVing  soul 

With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

3  My  one  desire  be  this, 

Thine  only  love  to  know; 


132  PENITENT,  155. 


To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 

No  other  good  below; 
My  life,  my  portion  thou, 

Thou  all-sufficient  art, 
My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 

Enter  and  keep  my  heart! 

152  C.  M. 

1  FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 

No  other  help  I  know: 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me! 
Ah,  whither  shall  I  go? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breathi 
What  pain,  what  labour  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death! 

3  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 

I  now  should  feel  thy  pow'r: 
Now  my  poor  soul  thou  would'st  retrieve. 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes; 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift; 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  can'st  not  let  me  die, 

O  speak  and  I  shall  live! 
And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 
Till  thou  thy  spirit  give. 


PENITENT,  153. 


6  The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice 
Could  they  but  see  thy  face: 

0  let  me  hear  thy  quickening  voice, 
And  taste  thy  pard'ning  grace! 

153  S.  M. 

1  O  THAT  I  could  repent! 

O  that  I  could  believe! 
Thou,  by  thy  voice,  the  marble  rent, 
The  rock  in  sunder  cleave! 

2  Saviour  and  Prince  of  peace. 

The  double  grace  bestow; 
Unloose  the  bands  of  wickedness, 
And  let  the  captive  go: 

3  For  thine  own  mercy's  sake, 

The  hindrance  now  remove; 
And  into  thy  protection  take 
The  prisoner  of  thy  love. 

4  This  is  thy  will,  I  know. 

That  I  should  holy  be; 
Should  let  my  sins  this  moment  go. 
This  moment  turn  to  thee: 

5  O  might  I  now  embrace. 

Thine  all-sufficient  powV! 
And  never  more  to  sin  give  place, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more! 


134  PENITENT,  154. 


154  L.  M. 

1  O  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone! 

O  tliat  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feetl 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find: 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  freej 
1  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove. 
The  cross,  all  stain'd  with  hallowM  blood, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  1  would;  but  thou  must  give  the  pow'r: 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour. 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot-wheels  delay; 
Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away! 


PARTING,  155,  156. 


155  7s. 

1  WHY  not  now,  my  God,  my  God? 

Ready  if  thou  always  art. 
Make  in  me  thy  mean  abode, 

Take  possession  of  my  heart: 
If  thou  can'st  so  greatly  bow, 
Friend  of  sinners,  why  not  now? 

2  God  of  love,  in  this  my  day, 

For  thyself,  to  thee  I  cry; 
Dyingr  if  thou  still  delay, 

Must  I  not  forever  die? 
Enter  now  thy  poorest  home: 
Now,  my  utmost  Saviour,  come. 


PARTING. 

156  C.  M. 

1  BLESS'D  be  the  dear  uniting  love 

That  will  not  let  us  part; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
But  we  are  joined  in  heart. 

2  Join'd  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 

We  wait  his  will  to  know. 
That  we  in  his  right  steps  may  tread, 
And  do  his  work  below. 

3  O  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 

And  nothing  know  beside; 


136 


PARTING,  157,  158. 


Nothings  desire,  nor  aught  esteem 
But  Jesus  crucified. 
4  Closer  and  closer  let  us  cleave 
To  his  beloved  embrace; 
Expect  his  fulness  to  receive, 
And  grace  to  answer  grace. 


1  LORD,  when  too;ether  here  we  meet, 

And  t:isle  thy  heavenly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet. 
We're  loath  to  leave  the  place. 

2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  wmII, 

That  we  must  part  again, 
O  let  thy  gracious  presence  stiU 
With  every  soul  remain. 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
Till  we,  around  thy  glorious  throne. 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 


1  FROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 

Thnt  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  level 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties 
As  distance  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  lost: 


15-y 


C.  M. 


158 


8's. 


PARTING,  159. 


137 


It  grows  on  Immaniters  ground, 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  all  united  in  love: 
Where  Jesus  has  gone,  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  bright  mansions  above. 

4  O,  why  then  so  loath  now  to  part? 

Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again; 
Engraved  on  IinmanuePs  heart. 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 

And  join  with  the  angels  above. 
And,  leaving  these  bodies  of  clay, 
Unite  with  our  Jesus  in  love. 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign; 

We  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 
And  sing,  *  Hallelujah,  Amen:' 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 

159 

1  FAREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 

I  have  no  home  nor  stay  with  you, 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on. 

Till  I  a  better  world  can  view: 
Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 
My  loving  friends,  farewell. 

2  Farewell,  ray  friends,  time  rolls  along. 

Nor  waits  for  mortals'  care  or  bliss; 


138 


PARTING,  160. 


I  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is: 
Farewell,  &/C. 

3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love; 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above: 
Farewell,  &c. 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven; 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross — 

Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given: 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  fight  on, 
The  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

5  Farewell,  ye  younger  saints  of  God, 

Sore  conflicts  yet  may  wait  for  you; 
Yet,  dauntless,  keep  the  heavenly  road 
Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view: 
Farewell,  &c. 

6  Farewell,  poor,  careless  sinners,  too, 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here; 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you — 
O  turn  and  seek  salvation  here: 
O  turn,  O  turn,  O  turn 
And  seek  salvation  here. 

160  8  &  7. 

1  WHEN  forced  to  part  from  those  we  love. 
If  sure  to  meet  to-morrow, 


PARTING,  161. 


We  still  a  pang*  of  anguish  prove, 
And  feel  a  loach  of  sorrow. 

2  But  who  can  paint  the  briny  tears 

We  shed  when  thus  we  sever, 
If  forced  to  part  for  months,  for  years, 
To  part — perhaps  for  ever! 

3  But  if  our  thoughts  are  fix*d  aright, 

A  cheering  hope  is  given, 
Though  here  our  prospects  end  in  night. 
We  meet  again  in  heaven. 

4  Yes,  if  our  souls  are  raised  above, 

'Tis  sweet  when  thus  we  sever. 
Since  parting  in  a  Saviour's  love. 
We  part  to  meet  for  ever. 

161  7s. 

1  WHEN  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  aspire. 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 

Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  the  hostile  sky; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls; 

And  in  fancy's  wide  domain. 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 


140  TIME,  162,  163. 


3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead. 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade,  /■> 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid, 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again.  : 

162  L.  M. 

1  FAREWELL,  dear  friends,  a  short  farewell, 

Till  we  shall  meet  ajjain  above 
In  the  sweet  groves  where  pleasures  dwell, 
And  trees  of  life  bear  fruits  of  love. 

2  There  glory  sits  on  ev'ry  face; — 

There  friendship  smiles  in  ev*ry  eye; 
There  shall  our  tongues  proclaim  the  grace, 
That  led  us  homeward  to  the  sky. 


TIME. 

163  S.  M. 

1  THE  present  moment  flies. 

And  bears  our  life  away, 
O,  make  thy  servants  truly  wise. 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

2  Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken,  by  thy  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 


TIME,  164. 


141 


3  One  thing"  demands  our  care — 

O,  be  it  still  pursued! 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renew'd. 

4  To  Jesus  may  we  fly. 

Swift  as  the  morning  light; 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beam  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

164  C.  M. 

1  THE  time  is  short!  the  season  near 

When  death  will  us  remove; 
To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 
And  all  we  fondly  love. 

2  The  time  is  short!  sinners,  beware, 

Nor  trifle  time  away; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear. 
While  it  is  called  to-day. 

3  The  time  is  short!  ye  rebels  now 

To  Christ  the  Lord  submit; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow. 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  The  time  is  short!  ye  saints,  rejoice— 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come: 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

5  The  time  is  short!  it  swiftly  flies— 

The  hour  is  just  at  hand, 


142 


TIME,  165. 


When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 

And  reach  the  wished-for  land. 
6  The  time  is  short!  the  moment  near 

When  we  shall  dwell  above, 
And  be  for  ever  happy  there, 

With  Jesus,  whom  we  love. 

165  5&11. 

1  COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year. 

And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appearl 

His  adorable  will 

Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve. 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labour  of  love. 

2  Our  life  as  a  dream. 
Our  time  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  slay; 

The  arrow  is  flown. 

The  moment  is  gone: 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here! 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

*  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me 
to  do!' 


TIME,  166. 


143 


O  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
*  Well  and  faithfully  done! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne.' 

160  10s. 

1  I  ASK*D  an  aged  man,  a  man  of  cares, 
Wrinkled,  and  curved,  and  white  with  hoary 

hairs; 

*  Time  is  the  warp  of  life,'  he  said,  "  O  tell 
The  young,  the  fair,  the  gay  to  weave  it 

well !' 

2  I  ask'd  the  ancient,  venerable  dead. 
Sages  who  wrote,  and  warriors  who  bled. 
From  the  cold  grave  a  hollow  murmur  flow'd 
*Time  sowed  the  seeds  we  reap  in  this 

abode!' 

3  I  ask'd  a  dying  sinner,  ere  the  stroke 

Of  ruthless  death  life's  '  golden  bowl  had 
broke;' 

I  ask'd  him,  what  is  time?  *Time,'  he  replied, 

*  I've  lost  it.  Ah,  the  treasure!'  and  he  died! 

4  I  ask'd  the  golden  sun  and  silver  spheres. 
Those  bright  chronometers  of  days  and 

years; 

They  answered,  *  Time  is  but  a  meteor's 
glare,' 

And  bade  me  for  eternity  prepare. 


144 


TIME,  166. 


5  1  askM  the  seasons  in  their  annual  round. 
Which  beautify,  or  desolate  the  ground; 
And  they  replied,  (no  oracle  more  wise,) 
*'Tis  folly's  blank,  and  wisdom's  highest 

prizel' 

6  I  ask'd  a  spirit  lost;  but,  O  the  shriek 
That  pierced  my  soul!  I  shudder  while  I 

speak! 

It  cried,  *  A  particle!  a  speck!  a  mite 
Of  endless  years,  duration  infinite!' 

7  Of  things  inanimate,  my  dial  I 
Consulted,  and  it  made  me  tliis  reply, 

*  Time  is  the  season  fair  ofliving  well; 
The  path  to  glory,  or  the  path  to  hell.' 

8  I  ask'd  my  Bible,  and  methinks  it  said, 

*  Thine  is  the  present  hour,  the  past  is  fled; 
Live!  live  to-day!  to-morrow  never  yet. 

On  any  human  being,  rose  or  set!' 

9  I  ask'd  old  father  Time  himself  at  last; 
But  in  a  moment  he  flew  swiftly  past; 
His  chariot  was  a  cloud,  the  viewless'  wind 
His  noiseless  steeds,  that  left  no  trace  behind. 

10  I  ask'd  the  mighty  angel,  who  shall  stand, 
One  foot  on  sea,  and  one  on  solid  land: 

*  By  heaven's  great  King,  I  swear  the  mys- 

tery's o'er! 

Time  was,'  he  cried, — *  but  time  shall  be  no 
more!' 


TIME,  167,  168. 


167  S.M. 

1  NOW  is  the  accepted  time — 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace: — 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day; — 
Pardon  and  peace  he  freely  gives; 
Then  why  should  you  delay? 

3  Now  is  the  accepted  time,- 

The  gospel  bids  you  come; 
And  every  promise  in  his  word, 
Declares,  *  there  yet  is  room.' 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love: — 
Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above. 

5  Assembled  round  his  throne, 

They  shall  his  face  behold; 
And  sing  of  all  his  dying  pains, 
Whose  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

16S  S.  M. 

1  TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine. 
Lodged  in  thy  sov'reign  hand; 
And,  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine. 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 
10 


146 


TIME,  169. 


2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away; 
Oh,  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken  by  thy  almighty  power 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care; 

Oh,  be  it  still  pursued — 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beam  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

169  L.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  awake,  my  sluggish  soul, 

Awake,  and  view  the  setting  sun; 
See  how  the  shades  of  death  advance, 
Ere  half  the  task  of  life  is  done. 

2  Death! — 'tis  an  awful,  solemn  sound; 

Oh,  let  it  wake  the  slumb'ring  ear! 
Apace  the  dreadful  conqueror  comes, 
With  all  his  pale  companions  near. 


TIME,  170. 


147 


3  Thy  drowsy  eyes  will  soon  be  closed, — 

These  friendly  warnings  heard  no  more; 
Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach, 
E'en  now  he  stands  before  the  door. 

4  To-day  attend  his  gracious  voice; 

This  is  the  summons  that  he  sends: 
*  Awake, — for  on  this  transient  hour 
Thy  long  eternity  depends.' 


ItO  8&7. 

1  SEE  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 

Dry  and  wither'd  to  the  ground: 
Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 

In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound: 
*  Sons  of  Adam  (once  in  Eden 

When  like  us,  he  blighted  fell) 
Hear  the  lecture  we  are  reading, 

'Tis,  alas,  the  truth  we  tell. 

2  *  Virgins,  much,  too  much  presuming 

On  your  boasted  white  and  red, 
View  us  late  in  beauty  blooming, 

Numbered  now  among  the  dead: 
Youths,  though  yet  no  losses  grieve  you, 

Gay  in  health,  and  many  a  grace, 
Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you, 

Summer  gives  to  autumn  place. 


148 


TIME,  171. 


3  *  Yearly  in  our  course  returning, 

Messengers  of  shortest  slay; 
Thus  we  preach  this  truth  concerning — 

Heaven  and  earlh  shall  pass  away.' 
On  the  tree  of  life  eternal, 

Man,  let  all  thy  hopes  be  staid; 
Which  alone  for  ever  vernal 

Bears  a  leaf  that  shall  not  fade. 

Iti  C.  M. 

1  AS  o'er  the  past  ray  memory  strays. 

Why  heaves  the  secret  sighl — 
'Tis  that  I  mourn  departed  days. 
Still  unprepared  to  die. 

2  The  world  and  worldly  things  beloved, 

My  anxious  thoughts  employed; 
And  time  unhallowed,  unimproved, 
Presents  a  fearful  void. 

3  Yet,  Holy  Father,  wild  despair 

Chase  from  my  laboring  breast, 
Thy  grace  it  is  which  prompts  the  prayer, 
That  grace  can  do  the  rest. 

4  My  life's  brief  remnant  all  be  thine! 

And  when  thy  sure  decree 
Bids  me  this  fleeting  breath  resign, 
O  speed  my  soul  to  thee. 


TIME,  173,  173. 


112  7  &  6. 

1  AS  flows  the  rapid  river, 

With  channel  broad  and  free, 
Its  waters  rippling  ever, 

And  hasting  to  the  sea, 
So  life  is  onward  flowing, 

And  days  of  offered  peace, 
And  man  is  swiftlj'  going, 

Where  calls  of  mercy  cease. 

2  As  moons  are  ever  waning, 

As  hastes  the  sun  away, 
As  stormy  winds,  complaining, 

Bring  on  the  wintry  day. 
So  fast  the  night  comes  o'er  us — 

The  darkness  of  the  grave — 
And  death  is  just  before  us — 

God  takes  the  life  he  gave. 

3  Say,  gay  one,  is  thy  treasure 

Laid  up  in  worlds  above? 
And  is  it  all  thy  pleasure 

Thy  God  to  praise  and  love? 
Beware,  lest  death's  dark  river 

Its  billows  o'er  thee  roll; 
And  thou  lament  for  ever 

The  ruin  of  thy  soul. 


S.  M. 

1  HOW  swift  the  torrent  rolls. 
That  bears  us  to  the  seal — 


150 


TIME,  174. 


The  tide  which  hurries  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity! 

2  Our  fathers!  where  are  they, 

With  all  they  called  their  own? — 
Their  joys  and  griefs — and  hopes  and  cares, 
And  wealth  and  honour — gone! 

3  God  of  our  fathers,  hear. 

Thou  everlasting  Friend! 
While  we  as  on  life's  utmost  verge 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

4  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Til!  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
We  dwell  before  thy  face. 

1^4:  C.  M. 

1  LIFE  is  a  span — a  fleeting  hour — 

How  soon  the  vapour  flies! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
That  e'en  in  blooming — dies. 

2  The  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs; 
But  while  we  weep  o'er  comforts  fled, 
And  mourn  our  withered  joys; 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 


CHRISTIAN,  175. 


Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 
And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4  Cease  then,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears- 
Thy  Saviour  dwells  on  high; 
There  everlastings  spring  appears — 
There  joys  shall  never  die. 


CHRISTIAN. 


1^5  7f. 

1  WHEN  on  Sinai's  top,  I  see 
God  descend  in  majesty, 

To  proclaim  his  holy  lavsr, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When,  in  ecstasy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too-transporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. — 

4  Here  I  would  for  ever  stay. 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away: 


152 


CHRISTIAN,  176,  177. 


Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful.  Calvary. 


1^6  7s. 

1  ONCE  I  was  estranged  from  God; 
Paths  of  sin  perverse  I  trod; 

To  the  Blest  resolved  to  be. 
Without  cause,  an  enemy. 

2  Now  to  God  I'm  reconciled; 
For  his  love  on  me  hath  smiled 
In  the  death  of  Christ  his  Son, 
And  my  stubborn  heart  is  won. 

3  Soon  shall  I  behold  his  face, 

In  his  friendship  heaven  possess; 
Perfect  made  in  purity, 
God  in  holiness  to  see. 

4  Blessed  be  thou,  God  of  love, 
Mercy  sending  from  above: 
Grateful  let  me  ever  be. 
And  a  faithful  friend  to  thee. 


I!*?'  L.  M. 

1  WHEN,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky. 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train. 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 


CHRISTIAN,  178.  153 


2  Hark.'  Hark!  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks: 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem! 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark. 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose; 
It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem! 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all. 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease; 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever,  and  for  evermore, 

The  star — the  star  of  Bethlehem! 

Its  8,  8,  6. 

1  O  LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me! 


154 


CHRISTIAN,  179. 


2  Strongfer  his  love,  than  death  and  hell; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable: 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see: 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God: 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine: 
This  only  portion.  Lord,  be  mine! 

Be  mine  this  better  part! 

4  O  that  I  could  for  ever  sit 
With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet; 

Be  this  my  happy  choice: 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this. 

To  hear  the  bridegroom's  voice! 

r79  8  &  7. 

1  LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown: 
Jesus!  thou  art  all  compassion. 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  longing  heart; 


CHRISTIAN,  180*  155 


2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest; 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning", 

Alpha  and  Omega  be; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver. 

Let  us  all  thy  grace  receive! 
Suddenly  return,  and  never. 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave! 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing; 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above; 
Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing; 

Glory  in  thy  precious  love. 

4  Finish,  then,  thy  new  creation; 

Pure,  unspotted,  may  we  be; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee; 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory. 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

ISO  7s. 

1  WHEN  the  Saviour  dwelt  below. 
Pity  in  his  bosom  reigned; 


156  CHRISTIAN,  181. 


Sympathy  he  loved  to  show, 
Nor  the  meanest  suit  disdained. 

2  Round  him  thronged  the  blind,  the  lame, 

Deaf  and  dumb,  diseased,  possessed; 
None  in  vain  for  healing  came, 
All  the  Saviour  freely  blessed. 

3  He  could  make  the  leper  vi^hole; 

Thousands  at  a  meal  he  fed; 
Winds  and  waves  could  he  control; 
By  a  word  he  raised  the  dead: 

4  Listening  sinners  round  him  pressed 

Whilst  he  taught  the  way  to  bliss; 
Even  enemies  confessed, 

*  No  man  ever  spake  like  this.' 

5  Be  thy  love  to  me  revealed; 

Be  thy  grace  by  me  possessed; 
Touch  me,  and  I  shall  be  healed; 
Bless  me,  and  I  shall  be  blessed. 

181  8,  7.-7,  7. 

1  ONE  there  is  above  all  others. 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend, 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's. 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end: 

They  who  once  his  kindness  prove 

Find  it  everlasting  love. 


CHRISTIAN,  182.  157 


2  Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us, 

Could,  or  would  have  shed  his  blood; 
But  the  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

This  was  boundless  love  indeed! 
Jesus  is  a  friend  in  need. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same: 

Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  O  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love; 
We,  alas!  forget  too  often 

What  a  friend  we  have  above: 

But,  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  shall  love  thee  as  we  ought. 

182  C.  M. 

1  OUR  country  is  Immanuers  ground: 

We  seek  that  promised  soil; 
The  songs  of  Zion  cheer  our  hearts. 
While  strangers  here  we  toil. 

2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow. 

And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears; 
Yet  naught  but  heaven  our  hopes  can  raise. 
And  naught  but  sin  our  fears. 


158 


CHRISTIAN,  183. 


3  We  tread  the  path  our  master  trod; 

We  bear  the  cross  he  bore; 
And  every  thorn  that  wounds  our  feet, 
His  temples  pierced  before. 

4  Our  powers  are  oft  dissolved  away 

In  ecstasies  of  love; 
And,  while  our  bodies  wander  here, 
Our  souls  are  fixed  above. 

5  We  purge  cur  mortal  dross  away, 

Refining  as  we  run; 
But,  while  we  die  to  earth  and  sense. 
Our  heaven  is  here  begun. 

183  L.  M. 

1  »  WE'VE  no  abiding  city  here:' 

This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind; 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

2  *  WeVe  no  abiding  city  here:' 

Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home; 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
*  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come.' 

3  *  We've  no  abiding  city  here:' 

Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do; 
Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear. 
But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 

4  *  We've  no  abiding  city  here:' 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight; 


CHRISTIAN,  184. 


159 


Zion  its  name — the  Lord  is  there, 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

5  Oh  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love. 

Where  pilgrims  freed  from  toil  are  blest! 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  the  dove, 
I'd  fly  to  thee,  and  be  at  rest. 

6  But  hush,  my  soul,  nor  dare  repine! 

The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best: 
While  here,  to  do  his  will  be  mine; 
And  his  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 

184  CM. 

1  LOVE  is  the  sweetest  bud  that  blows; 

Its  beauty  never  dies; 
On  earth  among  the  saints  it  grows. 
And  ripens  in  the  skies. 

2  Oh  what  a  garden  will  be  seen, 
When  all  the  flowers  of  grace 

Appear  in  everlasting  green 
Before  the  Planter's  face! 
No  more  exposed  to  burning  skies. 

Or  winter's  piercing  cold; 
What  never-dying  sweets  will  rise 

From  every  opening  fold! 
No  want  of  sun  or  showers  above, 

To  make  the  flowers  decline; 
Fountains  of  life  and  beams  of  love, 
For  ever  spring  and  shine. 


160 


CHRISTIAN,  185. 


5  No  more  they  need  the  quickening  air, 

Or  gently  rising  dew; 
Unspeakable  their  beauties  are, 
And  yet  for  ever  new. 

6  Christ  is  their  shade,  and  Christ  their  sun; 

Among  them  walks  the  king, 
Whose  presence  is  eternal  noon^ 
His  smile  eternal  spring* 

185  C.  M. 

1  OFTEN  the  clouds  of  deepest  wo 

So  sweet  a  message  bear. 
Dark  though  they  seem,  'twere  hard  to  find 
A  frown  of  anger  there. 

2  It  needs  our  hearts  be  weaned  from  earth; 

It  needs  that  we  be  driven, 
By  loss  of  every  earthly  stay, 
To  seek  our  joys  in  heaven. 

3  And  what  is  sorrow,  what  is  pain, 

To  that  eternal  care 
That  breaks  the  conscious  heart  for  sin, 
When  sin  is  hated  there? 

4  Kind,  loving,  is  the  hand  that  strikes 

However  keen  the  smart, 
If  sorrow's  discipline  can  chase 
One  evil  from  the  heart. 

5  He  was  a  man  of  sorrows — He 

Who  loved  and  saved  us  thus; 


CHRISTIAN,  186.  161 


And  shall  the  world  that  frowned  on  him, 

Wear  only  smiles  for  us? 
6  No!  we  must  follow  in  the  path 

Our  Lord  and  Saviour  run; 
We  must  not  find  a  resting-place 

Where  He  we  love  had  none, 

186  C.  M. 

1  WHEN  fancy  spreads  her  boldest  wings, 

And  wanders  unconfined, 
Amid  the  boundless  scene  of  things. 
Which  entertain  the  mind; 

2  In  vain  I  trace  creation  o'er. 

In  search  of  sacred  rest! 
The  whole  creation  is  too  poor, 
Too  mean  to  make  me  blest. 

3  In  vain  would  this  low  world  employ 

Each  flattering  specious  wile: 
There's  naught  can  yield  a  real  joy, 
But  my  Creator's  smile. 

4  Let  earth  and  all  her  charms  depart. 

Unworthy  of  the  mind; 
In  God  alone,  this  restless  heart 
An  equal  bliss  can  find. 

5  Great  spring  of  all  felicity. 

To  whom  my  wishes  tend! 
Do  not  these  wishes  rise  from  thee^ 
And  in  thy  favour  end? 
11 


162         CHRISTIAN,  187,  188. 


18^  C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  that  tenderness  of  heart 

Wliich  bows  before  the  Lord, 
Acknowledges  how  just  thou  art, 

And  trembles  at  thy  word! 
O  for  those  humble  contrite  tears 

Which  from  repentance  flow, 
That  consciousness  of  guilt,  which 

The  long  suspended  blowl 

2  Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give 

The  sensible  distress. 
The  pledge  ihoo  wilt  at  last  receive, 

And  bid  me  die  in  peace! 
Wilt  from  the  dreadful  day  remove 

Before  the  evil  come. 
My  spirit  hide  with  saints  above, 

My  body  in  the  tomb. 

188  7s. 

1  FATHER  of  eternal  grace. 

Glorify  thyself  in  me; 
Meekly  beaming  in  my  face, 
May  the  world  thine  image  see. 

2  Happy  only  in  thy  love, 

Poor,  unfriended,  or  unknown; 
Fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above, 
Stay  my  heart  on  thee  alone. 


CHRISTIAN,  189.  163 


3  Humble,  holy,  all  resigned 

To  thy  will — thy  will  be  done! 
Give  me.  Lord,  the  perfect  mind 
Of  thy  well-beloved  Son. 

4  Counting^  gain  and  glory  loss. 

May  1  tread  the  path  he  trod, 
Die  with  Jesus  on  the  cross, 

Rise  with  him  to  thee,  my  God. 

189  C.  M. 

1  MY  soul,  triumphant  in  the  Lord, 

Shall  tell  its  joys  abroad; 
And  march  with  holy  vigour  on, 
Supported  by  its  God, 

2  Through  all  the  winding  maze  of  life, 

His  hand  hath  been  my  guide: 
And,  in  that  long  experienced  care, 
My  heart  shall  still  confide. 

3  His  grace  through  all  the  desert  flows, 

An  unexhausted  stream: 
That  grace,  on  Zion's  sacred  mount, 
Shall  be  my  endless  theme. 

4  Beyond  the  choicest  joys  of  earth 

These  distant  courts  I  love; 
But  O!  I  burn  with  strong  desire 
To  view  thy  house  above. 

5  Mingled  with  all  the  shining  band, 

My  soul  would  there  adore; 


164 


CHRISTIAN,  190. 


A  pillar  in  thy  temple  fixed, 
To  be  removed  no  more. 

190  7s. 

1  WHAT  though  downy  slumbers  flee, 
Strangers  to  my  couch  and  me? 
Sleepless,  well  I  know  to  rest. 
Lodged  within  my  Father's  breast. 

2  He,  in  night's  serenest  hours. 
Guides  my  intellecta;i!  powers, 
And  his  Spirit  doth  diffuse, 
Sweeter  far  than  midnight  dews. 

3  Lifting  all  my  thoughts  ahove. 
On  ilie  wings  of  failli  and  love; 
Blest  alternative  to  me, 

Thus  to  sleep  or  wake  with  thee! 

4  What  if  beams  of  opening  day 
Shine  around  my  breathless  clay? 
Brighter  visions  from  on  high 
Sliall  regale  my  mental  eye. 

5  Tender  friends  awhile  might  m.ourn 
Me  from  their  embraces  torn; 
Dearer,  better  friends  I  have 

In  the  realms  beyond  the  grave. 

6  See,  the  guardian  angels  nigh 
Wait  to  waft  my  soul  on  high! 
See  the  golden  gates  displayed! 
See  the  crown  to  grace  my  head! 


CHRISTIAN,  191,  192. 

7  See  a  flood  of  sacred  light, 
Which  no  more  shall  yield  to  night! 
Transitory  world,  farewell! 

Jesus  calls  with  hirn  to  dwell. 

8  With  thy  heavenly  presence  blest, 
Death  is  life,  and  labour  rest; 
Welcome  sleep  or  death  to  me, 
Still  secure,  for  still  with  thee. 

191  7s. 

1  HEAVENLY  Father!  God  of  love! 
Look  with  mercy  from  above; 

Let  thy  streams  of  comfort  roll. 
Let  them  fill  and  cheer  my  soul. 

2  Love  celestial,  ardent  fire! 

0  extreme  of  sweet  desire! 
Spread  thy  bright,  thy  gentle  flame, 
Swift  o'er  all  my  mental  frame. 

3  Sweet  affections  flow  from  hence, 
Sweet  above  the  joys  of  sense; 
Let  me  thus  for  ever  be 

Full  of  gladness,  full  of  thee. 

192  7,  6. 

1  TO  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour, 

My  soul  exulting  springs; 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favour. 
Almighty  King  of  kings. 


166 


CHRISTIAN,  193. 


ni  celebrate  thy  g^lory, 
With  all  the  saints  above; 

And  tell  the  pleasing  story 
Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  v^rith  roses 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast — 
My  voice  in  supplication 

Well  pleased  thou  shalt  hear: 
Oh,  grant  me  thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

3  By  thee,  through  life,  supported, 

I'll  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
By  heavenly  hosts  escorted, 

Up  to  their  bright  abode; 
There  cast  my  crov/n  before  thee, 

When  all  my  woes  are  o'er; 
And  day  and  night  adore  thee — 

What  can  an  angel  more? 

193  L.  M. 

1  HEAVEN  is  a  place  of  rest  from  sin; 

But  all  who  hope  to  enter  there, 
Must  here  that  holy  course  begin 

Which  shall  their  souls  for  rest  prepare. 

2  Clean  hearts,  O  God!  in  us  create; 

Right  spirits,  Lord,  in  us  renew; 


CHRISTIAN,  194.  167 


Commence  we  now  that  higher  state, 
Now  do  thy  will  as  angels  do. 

3  A  life  in  heaven!  O  what  is  this? 

The  sam  of  all  that  faith  believed: 
Fulness  of  joy,  and  depths  of  bhss, 
Unseen,  unfathomed,  unconceived. 

4  While  thrones,  dominions,  princedoms,  powers, 

And  saints  made  perfect  triumph  thus, 
A  goodly  heritage  is  ours, — 

There  is  a  heaven  on  earth  for  us. 

5  The  church  of  Christ,  the  school  of  grace, 

The  spirit  teaching  by  the  word! 
In  those  our  Saviour's  steps  we  trace: 
By  this  his  living  voice  is  heard. 

6  Firm  in  his  footsteps  may  we  tread, 

Learn  every  lesson  of  his  love! 
And  be  from  grace  to  glory  led, 

From  heaven  below  to  heaven  above. 

194  L.  M. 

1  WHEN  lost  in  wonder,  I  behold, 
Yon  azure  starr'd  with  shining  gold; 
Or  on  the  moon's  soft  lustre  gaze. 

As  through  the  spangled  heavens  she  strays: 

2  Warmed  by  devotion's  hallowed  fire, 
Oh!  may  ray  soul  to  heaven  aspire; 

To  him,  whose  powerful  word  we  know, 
Gave  these  resplendent  orbs  to  glow; 


168 


CHRISTIAN,  195. 


3  They  heard,  involved  in  central  night, 
The  great  command,  *  Let  there  be  light!' 
They  heard,  and  at  the  joyful  sound, 
Unnumbered  planets  blazed  around. 

195  7s. 

1  PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around. 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod. 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found: 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns. 

Turns  a  fugitive  uriblest; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 

O,  receive  me  into  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home. 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave; 
Mine,  the  God  whom  you  adore; 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

3  Tell  me  not  of  gain  and  loss. 

Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp,  and  power; 
Welcome  poverty  and  cross. 

Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour! 
•  Follow  mel'  1  know  thy  voice; 

Jesus,  Lord,  thy  steps  I  see: 
Now  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice, 

Light's  thy  burden  now  to  me. 


CHRISTIAN,  196.  169 


196  8  &  7. 

1  JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  ail  shall  be; 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition. 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me; 

Tliey  have  left  my  Saviour  too; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  nntrue; 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might. 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure, 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain, 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure. 

With  thy  favour  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee  Abba,  Father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 
Heaven  will  bring  me  sweetest  rest. 


170  CHRISTIAN,  197. 


O!  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
While  thy  love  is  left  to  me, 

O!  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  thee. 

5  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee. 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'dby  faitli,  and  wing'd  by  prayer, 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

19t  C.  M. 

1  IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood; 


CHRISTIAN,  197. 


171 


Who  fixM  his  languid  eyes  on  me 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look; 
It  seernM  to  change  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt. 

And  plunged  me  in  despair; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  [Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did. 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid? 
For  1  the  Lord  have  slain.] 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

'  I  freely  all  forgive; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid; 
I  die,  that  thou  mayst  live.' 

7  Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

8  [With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy, 

My  spirit  now  is  fill'd; 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yetlive  by  him  I  kiird.] 


172  CHRISTIAN,  198. 


198  7  ife  6. 

1  HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 

Till  Jesus  made  me  whole; 
There  is  but  one  Physi<;ian 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul: 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave. 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compared  with  sin; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within: 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madness  all  combined. 
And  none  but  a  believer 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing 

I  sought  a  cure  to  gain; 
But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost; 
Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me. 

And  all  my  hopes  were  crossM. 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician 

(How  matchless  is  his  grace!) 
Accepted  my  petition, 
And  undertook  my  case: 


CHRISTIAN,  199. 

First  g^ave  me  sight  to  view  him, 

For  sin  mine  eyes  had  seal'd; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him; 

I  look'd — and  I  was  heal'd. 
5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death: 
Come,  then,  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition — 

'Tis  only,  *  Look  and  live.' 

199  L.  M. 

1  HAIL,  sovereign  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man; 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place! 

2  Asfainst  the  God  that  built  the  sky 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high; 
Despised  the  mansions  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding-place. 

3  Enwrapt  in  dark  Egyptian  night. 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  1  ran  the  sinful  race. 

Secure  without  a  hiding-place! 

4  .But,  lo!  the  eternal  counsel  ran, 
'Almighty  love,  arrest  the  man;' 


174  CHRISTIAN,  200. 


I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place, 

5  Vindictive  justice  stood  in  view, 
I'o  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew; 

But  justice  cried,  with  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place. 

6  But  lo!  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy's  angel  soon  appear'd; 
Who  led  nie  on  a  pleasing  pace 
To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding-place. 

7  On  him  Almighty  vengeance  fell. 
Which  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell 
He  hore  it  for  his  chosen  race. 

And  thus  became  their  hiding-place. 

200  7s. 

1  SAVED  by  grace,  I  live  to  tell 

What  the  love  of  Christ  has  done: 
He  redeem'd  my  soul  from  hell, 

Of  a  rebel  made  a  son; 
O,  I  tremble,  still  to  think 

How  secure  I  lived  in  sin; 
Sporting  on  destruction's  brink, 

Yet  preserved  from  falling  in. 

2  In  a  kind  propitious  hour. 

To  my  heart  the  Saviour  spoke; 
Toiich'd  me  by  his  Spirit's  power, 
And  my  dangerous  slumber  broke. 


CHRISTIAN,  201. 


175 


Then  I  saw  and  ownM  my  guilt; 

Soon  my  gracious  Lord  replied, 
*  Fear  not,  I  my  blood  have  spilt, 

'Twas  for  such  as  thee  I  died.' 

3  Shame  and  wonder,  joy  and  love. 

All  at  once  possess'd  my  heart: 
Can  I  hope  thy  grace  to  prove 

After  acting  such  a  part? 
*Thou  hast  greatly  sinn'd,'  he  said, 

*  But  I  freely  all  forgive; 
I  myself  thy  debt  have  paid, 

Now  I  bid  thee  rise  and  live.' 

4  Come,  my  fellow-sinners,  try, 

Jesus'  heart  is  full  of  love; 
O  that  you,  as  well  as  I, 

May  his  wondrous  mercy  prove; 
He  has  sent  me  to  declare 

All  is  ready,  all  is  free; 
Why  should  any  soul  despair. 

When  he  saved  a  wretch  like  me. 


1  HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see; 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet 
flowers, 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me; 


201 


8s. 


176 


CHRISTIAN,  201. 


The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 

But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice: 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd; 
No  clianges  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind: 
While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore: 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high. 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


CHRISTIAN,  202. 

202  7&6. 

1  O  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above: 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain, 

Drink  everlasting  love? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin. 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  Captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders. 

And  bid  me  nof  give  o'er; 
And  since  he  has  proved  faithful, 

A  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers. 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace,  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

*0n  wings  of  love,  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu; 
Then,  O  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  Whene'er  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way, 
O  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 
And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
12 


178  CHRISTIAN,  203. 


Gird  on  the  heavenly  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love; 
Then,  when  the  combat's  ended, 

He'll  carry  you  above, 

203 

1  'MID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 

plaints, 

How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with 
saints; 

To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

CHORUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my 
home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of 

peace! 

And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot 
cease. 

Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I 
roam, 

I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  glory  at  home. 

Home,  home,  &c.  I 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with 

thee; 


CHRISTIAN,  203. 


179 


Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows 
may  foam, 

All,  all  will  be  peace,  when  I'm  with  thee  at 
home. 

Home,  home,  &c. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my 
day; 

In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come. 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
Home,  home,  &c. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  O  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy* 

face; 

Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy 
throne, 

And  find   even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of 
home. 

Home,  home,  &c. 

6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine. 
No  more  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine, 

And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb. 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thoe,  at  home, 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
Receive  me,  dear  Saviour,  in  glory,  my 
home. 


180  CHRISTIAN,  204. 


204  C.  M. 

1  MY  soul,  arise  in  joyful  lays, 

Renounce  this  earthly  clod; 
Tune  all  thy  powers  to  sweetest  praise, 
And  sing  thy  gracious  God. 

2  When  in  my  heart  his  heavenly  love 

He  sweetly  sheds  abroad, 
How  joyfully  he  makes  me  prove 
He  is  my  gracious  God. 

3  In  all  my  trials  here  below, 

I'll  humbly  kiss  his  rod, 
For  this  through  grace  I  surely  know, 
He's  still  my  gracious  God. 

4  In  all  the  ways  through  which  I've  pass 

And  all  the  paths  I've  trod, 
It  ever  has  appear'd  at  last, 
He's  still  my  gracious  God. 

5  When  in  my  last  departing  hour, 

I  pass  through  death's  cold  flood; 
Upheld  by  sovereign  love  and  power, 
I'll  sing  my  gracious  God. 

6  And  when  he  shall  my  spirit  bring 

To  heaven,  my  bless'd  abode, 
There  in  eternity  I'll  sing. 
Thou  art  my  gracious  God. 


CHRISTIAN,  205.  181 

205  lis. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  alway:  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way; 

The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enongh  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for 
its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fetter'd  by  sin, 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within: 
E*en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 

fears, 

And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 
tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway;  no — welcome  the 

tomb. 

Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 
gloom: 

There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise. 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 

God; 

Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns: 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 

meet, 

Their  Saviour  and  brethren,  transported,  to 
greet; 


182  CHRISTIAN,  206. 


While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 
roll, 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 
soul. 

206  5,  6,  9. 

1    HOW  happy  are  they,  ^ 

Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above; 

Tongae  cannot  express 

The  sv^eet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love! 

2     That  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favour  divine 
I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 

When  my  heart  it  believed, 

What  a  joy  I  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name! 


3     'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know. 
The  angels  could  do  nothing  more. 
Than  fall  down  at  his  feet. 
And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 


4     Jesus  all  the  day  long 

Was  my  joy  and  my  song: 
O  that  all  his  salvation  might  seel 


CHRISTIAN,  207.  183 


He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 
He  hath  suffered  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love 
I  was  carried  above 

All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain; 
And  I  could  not  believe 
That  I  ever  should  grieve, 

That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  I  rode  on  the  sky, 
Freely  justified  I, 

Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat: 
My  soul  mounted  higher 
In  a  chariot  of  fire, 

And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  O,  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood! 

Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  bless'd, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fulness  of  God. 


20t  13s. 
1  THE  glorious  light  of  Zioh  is  spreading  far 
and  wide, 

And  sinners  they  are  coming  into  the  gospel 
tide, 


184  CHRISTIAN,  207. 

The  standard  of  King  Jesus  in  glorious 

triumph  flies, 
And  sinners  crowd  around  it  with  joy  and 

sweet  surprise. 

2  The  sufferings  of  our  Saviour  upon  Mount 

Calvary 

Are  sounding  sweet  to  sinners,  come,  this  will 

make  you  free; 
And  now  the  glorious  message  is  circulating 

round, 

Some  souls  exposed  to  ruin,  redeeming  love 
have  found. 

3  And  of  that  happy  number  I  hope  that  I  am 

one, 

And  Jesus  he  will  finish  the  work  he  has 
begun: 

He'll  cut  it  short  in  righteousness,  and  I'll 
for  ever  be 

A  monument  of  mercy  through  all  eternity. 

4  I  am  but  a  young  convert  who  lately  did 

enlist, 

A  soldier  under  Jesus,  my  Captain,  King  and 
Priest; 

I  have  received  my  bounty,  likewise  my 
martial  dress, 

A  ring  of  love  and  favour,  a  robe  of  righteous- 
ness. 


CHRISTIAN,  208.  185 

5  Then  down  into  the  water  where  the  young 

converts  go 

To  serve  their  Lord  and  Master,  in  righteous 
acts  below, 

I'll  lay  my  sinful  body  beneath  the  yielding 
wave, 

An  emblem  of  my  Saviouf  when  he  lay  in 
the  grave. 

6  Ah!  sinners,  think  what  Jesus  has  done  for 

you  and  me; 
Behold  his  precious  body  hang  bleeding  on  the 
tree, 

His  bleeding  head,  his  hands,  his  side,  to  you 

he  doth  display, 
O  then,  my  fellow-sinners,  how  can  you  stay 

away? 

7  And  now  my  elder  brethren,  who're  soldiers 

of  the  cross, 

Who,  for  the  sake  of  Jesus,  have  counted  all 
things  dross; 

Come,  pray  for  us  young  converts,  that  we 
may  travel  on. 

And  meet  you  all  in  glory,  where  our  Re- 
deemer's gone. 

208  8  &  7. 

1  WHITHER  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
Wandering  through  this  gloomy  vale? 


186 


CHRISTIAN,  208. 


Know'st  thou  not  *tis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail? 
No!  Pm  bound  for  the  kingdom; 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me? 
Hallelujah!  Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

2  Pilgrim,  thou  dgst  justly  call  me, 

Travelling  through  this  lonely  void; 
But  no  ill  shall  e'er  befall  me, 

While  I'm  bless'd  with  such  a  Guide. 
O,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

3  Such  a  Guide!  no  guide  attends  thee, 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise; 
If  some  guardian  hand  defend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes: 

O,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

4  Yes,  unseen;  but  still  believe  me. 

Such  a  Guide  my  steps  attend; 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end: 

For  I  am  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &.c. 

5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  rolling  through  the  vale; 
Should  its  boisterous  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail? 
No!  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  dec. 

6  No:  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend; 


CHRISTIAN,  209. 


Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful; 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 
7  While  I  gazed,  with  speed  surprising, 
Down  the  vale  she  plunged  from  sight; 
Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  angel  clothed  in  light! 
O,  she's  gone  to  the  kingdom, — 
Will  you  follow  her  to  glory? 
Hallelujah!  Praise  ye  the  Lord. 


209  7s. 

1  I  SHALL  suffer  and  fulfil 
All  my  Father's  gracious  will; 
Be  in  all  alike  resigned; 
Jesus'  is  a  patient  mind. 

2  When  'tis  deeply  rooted  here. 
Perfect  love  shall  cast  out  fear; 
Fear  doth  servile  spirits  bind; 
Jesus'  is  a  noble  mind. 

3  When  I  feel  it  fixed  within, 
I  shall  have  no  mind  to  sin; 
How  shall  sin  an  entrance  find; 
Jesus'  is  a  spotless  mind. 

4  I  shall  nothing  know  beside 
Jesus,  and  him  crucified; 

I  shall  all  to  him  be  joined: 
Jesus'  is  a  loving  mind. 


188 


CHRISTIAN,  2X0. 


5  I  shall  triumph  evermore, 
Gratefully  my  God  adore: 
God  so  good,  so  true,  so  kind; 
Jesus'  is  a  thankful  mind. 

6  Lowly,  loving,  meek,  and  pure, 
I  shall  to  the  end  endure; 

Be  no  more  to  sin  inclined; 
Jesus'  is  a  constant  mind. 

7  I  shall  fully  be  restored 
To  the  image  of  my  Lord, 
Witnessing  to  all  mankind, 
Jesus'  is  a  constant  mind. 

210  7s. 

1  WHEN,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be 
Perfectly  resigned  to  thee? 
Poor  and  vile  in  my  own  eyes, 
Only  in  thy  wisdom  wise. 

2  Only  thee  content  to  know. 
Ignorant  of  all  below: 
Only  guided  by  thy  light! 
Only  mighty  in  thy  might! 

3  So  I  may  thy  Spirit  know. 
Let  him  as  he  listeth  blow: 
Let  the  manner  be  unknown. 
So  I  may  with  thee  be  one. 

4  Fully  in  my  life  express. 
All  the  heights  of  holiness: 


CHRISTIAN,  211. 


Sweetly  let  my  Spirit  prove, 
All  the  depths  of  humble  love. 

an  C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  united  by  thy  grace, 

And  each  to  each  endeared: 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face 
And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 

2  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 

And  bear  thine  easy  yoke, 
A  band  of  love,  a  three-fold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Touched  by  the  loadstone  of  thy  love, 

Let  all  our  hearts  agree; 
And  ever  tow'rds  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  tow'rds  thee. 

4  To  thee  inseparably  joined. 

Let  all  our  spirits  cleave: 
O  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 
That  was  in  thee  receive! 

5  Thi^  is  the  bond  of  perfectness; 

Thy  spotless  charity; 
O  let  us  still,  we  pray,  possess 
The  mind  that  was  in  thee! 

6  Yet  when  the  fullest  joy  is  given. 

The  same  delight  we  prove; 
In  earth,  in  paradise,  in  heaven. 
Our  All  in  All  is  love. 


190 


CHRISTIAN,  212. 


212  7s. 

1  JESUS,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree; 
Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace: 
Bid  our  jars  for  ever  cease. 

2  By  thy  reconciling  love, 
Every  stumbling  block  remove; 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear; 
Come  and  spread  thy  banner  here. 

3  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful  and  kind; 
Lowly,  meek  in  thought  and  word, 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

4  Let  us  each  for  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear: 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give; 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

5  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride. 
Let  us  all  in  God  abide; 

All  the  depths  of  love  express. 
All  the  heights  of  holiness. 

6  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
To  the  family  above; 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly; 
Show  how  true  believers  die. 


CHRISTIAN,  213,  214. 


S18  8  &  6. 

1  COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress,^ . 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears. 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place. 

The  saints'  secure  abode: 
On  faith's  strong  eagle-pinions  rise. 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies. 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here. 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear. 

And  by  his  side  sit  down: 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure: 
And  all  that  to  the  end  pndure 

The  cross  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  That  great  mysterious  Deity 
We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see; 

The  beatific  sight: 
Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 

214  C.  M. 

I  BY  faith  we  find  the  place  above. 
The  rock  that  rent  in  twain. 


192 


CHRISTIAN,  215. 


Beneath  the  shade  of  dying  love, 
And  in  the  cleft  remain. 

2  Jesus,  to  thy  blest  arms  we  flee: 

We  in  thy  love  confide! 
Assured  that  all  who  trust  in  thee, 
Shall  evermore  abide. 

3  Then  let  the  thund'ring  trumpet  sound, 

The  fiercest  lightnings  glare; 
The  mountains  melt,  the  solid  ground 
Dissolve  as  liquid  air. 

4  The  huge  celestial  bodies  roll, 

Amidst  the  general  fire; 
And  shrivel  as  a  parchment  scroll, 
And  in  the  smoke  expire. 


215  7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6. 

1  STAND  th'  omnipotent  decree! 

Jehovah*s  will  be  done! 
Nature's  end  we  wait  to  see. 

And  hear  her  final  groan; 
Let  this  earth  dissolve,  and  blend 

In  death  the  wicked  and  the  just; 
Let  those  ponderous  orbs  descend, 

And  grind  us  into  dust. 

2  Rests  secure  the  righteous  man. 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck. 
Sure  to  emerge  and  rise  again, 
And  mount  above  the  wreck: 


CHRISTIAN,  216. 


Lo!  the  heavenly  spirit  towers, 

Like  flames  o'er  nature's  funeral  pyre, 

Triumphs  in  immortal  powers, 
And  claps  his  wings  of  fire! 

3  Nothing  hath  the  just  to  lose, 

By  worlds  on  worlds  destroyed; 
Far  beneath  his  feet  he  views. 

With  smiles  the  flaming  void. 
Sees  this  universe  renewed, 

The  grand  millennial  year  begun: 
Shouts  with  all  the  sons  of  God 

Around  th'  eternal  throne! 

4  Resting  in  this  glorious  hope, 

To  be  at  last  restored, 
Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up, 

To  earthquake,  plague,  or  sword; 
List'ning  for  the  call  divine. 

The  latest  trumpet  of  the  seven. 
Soon  our  souls  and  dust  shall  join, 

And  both  fly  up  to  heaven. 

216  L.  M. 

1  OH,  could  I  find  some  peaceful  bower. 
Where  sin  has  neither  place  nor  power; 
This  traitor  vile  I  fain  would  shun. 
But  cannot  from  his  presence  run. 

2  When  to  the  throne  of  grace  I  flee. 
He  stands  between  my  God  and  me; 

13 


194 


CHRISTIAN,  217. 


Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 
I  feel  him  working  in  my  breast, 

3  When  I  attempt  to  soar  above, 

To  view  the  heights  of  Jesus'  love; 
This  monster  seems  to  mount  the  skies, 
And  veils  his  glory  from  my  eyes. 

4  Lord,  free  me  from  this  deadly  foe, 
Which  keeps  my  faith  and  hope  so  low; 
1  long  to  dwell  in  heaven  my  home, 
Where  not  one  sinful  thought  can  come. 

217  C.  M. 

1  HOW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight. 
And  so  fulfil  his  word: — 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part; 
When  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart: — 

3  When  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above. 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide. 
And  show  a  brother's  love. 

4  Let  love  in  one  delightful  stream. 

Through  every  bosom  flow; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 


CHRISTIAN,  218. 


5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

218  8s. 

1  HOW  blest  is  our  brother  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind; 
How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left 

This  wearisome  body  behind! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see, 
No  longer  in  misery  now, 

No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

2  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain; 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  shall  vex  him  again; 
No  anger  henceforward,  or  shame, 

Shall  redden  his  innocent  clay; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  fiame. 

And  passion  is  vanished  away. 

3  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest; 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er; 
This  quiet,  immovable  breast 

Is  heaved  by  affliction  no  more; 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain; 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat — 

It  never  shall  flutter  again. 


196  CHRISTIAN,  219. 


4  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Sealed  up  in  eternal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep; 
These  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies — 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free: 
The  tears  are  all  wiped  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

5  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine. 

While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe, 
And  still  for  deliverancfe  pine, 

And  press  to  the  issues  of  death. 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew. 

Oh,  shall  I  not  shortly  become! 
My  spirit  created  anew, 

Ere  I  am  consigned  to  the  tomb! 

219  C.  M. 

1  O  THOU  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  pierced  by  sins  and  sorrows  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee! 

2  The  friends,  who  in  our  sunshine  live. 

When  winter  comes,  are  flown;  , 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  Oh!  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 


CHRISTIAN,  220. 


197 


Come  brightly  wafting"  through  the  gloom 

Our  peace-branch  from  above? 
4  Then  sorrow  touched  by  thee,  grows  bright, 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light, 

We  never  saw  by  day. 

220  C.  M. 

1  OUR  souls,  by  love  together  knit. 

Cemented,  mix'd  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within. 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  bless'd. 
And  filled  ih'  enlarged  desire. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower. 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood; 
Oh!  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up. 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own; 


198         CHRISTIAN,  221,  222. 


6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 
We  sinners  saved  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 


221  S.  M. 

1  MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise; 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard. 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray. 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won. 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

222  7s. 

1  JESUS,  to  thy  wounds  I  fly, 
Purge  my  sins  of  deepest  die, 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 
Wash  away  my  crimson  stain. 

2  Plunge  me  in  the  sacred  flood. 
In  that  fountain  of  thy  blood; 
Then  thy  Father's  eye  shall  see 
No  one  spot  of  guilt  in  me. 


CHRISTIAN,  223,  224. 


199 


223  P.  M. 

1  SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing^, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing", 

From  the  sinner's  dying  friend: 
Here  I'll  sit,  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood: 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing. 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  <jrod. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station. 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  his  languid  eye; 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven. 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze: 
Love  I  much!  Pve  much  forgiven, 

I'm  a  miracle  of  gracel 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing. 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding. 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go;  \ 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing. 

And  himself  more  deeply  know! 

224  a  M. 

I  THE  days  how  few,  how  short  the  years, 
Of  man's  too  rapid  race! 


200 


CHRISTIAN,  225. 


Each  leaving,  as  it  swiftly  flies, 
A  shorter  in  its  place! 

2  Since  vain  all  here,  all  future — vast. 

Embrace  the  lot  assign'd; 
Heaven  wounds  to  heal,  its  frowns  are  friends, 
Its  strokes  severe,  most  kind. 

3  Our  hearts  are  fasten'd  to  this  world 

By  strong  and  endless  ties, 
And  every  sorrow  cuts  a  string, 
And  urges  us  to  rise. 

4  When  heaven  would  kindly  set  us  free. 

And  earth's  enchantment  end, 
It  takes  the  most  effectual  means, 
And  robs  us  of  a  friend; 

5  Resign — and  all  the  load  of  life 

That  moment  you  remove; 
Its  heavy  tax,  ten  thousand  cares 
Devolve  on  one  above; 

6  Who  bids  us  lay  our  burden  down 

On  his  Almighty  hand, 
Softens  our  duty  to  relief. 
To  blessing  a  commandl 

2^  C.  M. 

1  FOUNTAIN  profuse  of  every  bliss! 
Good-will  immense  prevails: 
Man's  line  can't  fathom  its  profound; 
An  angel's  plummet  fiuls. 


CHRISTIAN,  226. 


2  When  backward  with  attentive  mind, 

Life's  labyrinth  I  trace, 
X  find  him  far  myself  beyond 
Propitious  to  my  peace: 

3  Through  all  the  crooked  paths  I  trod, 

My  folly  he  pursu'd; 
My  heart  astray,  to  quick  return 
Importunately  woo'd. 

4  Sometimes  he  led  me  near  to  death, 

And  pointing  to  the  grave,  , 
Bade  terror  whisper  kind  advice. 
And  taught  the  tomb  to  save. 

5  O  for  that  summit  of  my  wish. 

Whilst  here  I  draw  my  breath. 
That  promise  of  eternal  life, 
A  glorious  smile  in  death! 

6  O  for  a  clean  and  ardent  heart! 

O  for  a  soul  on  fire! 
Thy  praise,  begun  on  earth,  to  sound 
Where  angels  strike  the  lyre! 


226  L.  M.— SIX  LINES. 

1  I  KNOW  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 

Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend; 
Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  liight  depart, 

But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end: 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove. 
Thy  nature,  and  thy  name  is  love. 


202  CHRISTIAN,  227. 


2  The  Sun  of  righteousness  on  me 

Hath  risen,  with  healing  in  his  wings; 
Withered  my  nature's  strength;  from  thee 

My  soul  its  life  and  succour  brings: 
My  help  is  all  laid  up  above; 
Thy  nature,  and  thy  name  is  love. 

3  Lame  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey; 

Hell,  earth,  and  sin,  with  ease  o'ercorae; 
I  leap  for  joy,  pursue  my  way. 

And  as  a  bounding  hart  fly  home, 
Through  all  eternity  to  prove, 
Thy  nature,  and  thy  name  is  love. 


aa-y  7s. 

1  MUCH  in  sorrow,  oft  in  wo. 
Onward,  Christians,  onward  go. 
Fight  the  fight,  and  worn  with  strife, 
Steep  with  tears  the  bread  of  life. 

2  Onward,  Christians,  onward  go, 
Join  the  war,  and  face  the  foe: 
Faint  not — much  doth  yet  remain, 
Dreary  is  the  long  campaign. 

3  Shrink  not,  Christians — will  ye  yield? 
Will  ye  quit  the  painful  field? 

Fight  till  all  the  conflict's  o'er. 
Nor  your  foemen  rally  more. 


CHRISTIAN,  228, 229.  203 


^228  C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  ray  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honours  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinners  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free. 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  Let  us  obey — we  then  shall  know. 

Shall  feel  our  sins  forgiv'n, 
Anticipate  our  heaven  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heav'n. 

229  L.  M. — SIX  LINES. 

1  WEARY  of  wand'ring  from  my  God, 
And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear,  and  bow  beneath  the  rod; 

To  HIM,  with  penitence  I  mourn: 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 


204  CHRISTIAN,  230. 


2  O  Jesus,  full  of  pard'ning  grace: 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  guilt; 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face, 

Whose  precious  blood  for  man  was  spilt 
Oh!  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  the  dying  sinner  still. 

3  Now  give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart 

That  trembles  at  th'  approach  of  sin; 
A  godly  fear  to  me  impart; 

Implant  and  root  it  deep  within: 
That  I  may  know  thy  sovereign  power, 
And  never  dare  offend  thee  more. 

230  5  &  7. 

1  FORGIVE  my  folly, 
O  Lord,  most  holy, 

Cleanse  me  from  every  stain: 

For  thee  I  languish; 

Pity  my  anguish. 
Nor  let  my  sighing  be  vain. 

2  Deeply  repenting. 
Sorely  lamenting, 

All  my  departures  from  thee: 
And  now  returning. 
Thine  absence  mourning, 

Lord,  show  thy  mercy  to  me. 

3  Sinful,  unworthy. 
Trembling  before  thee. 

Here  at  thy  cross  will  I  kneel; 


CHRISTIAN,  231,  232.  205 


Thy  love  once  bleeding, 

Now  interceding, 
Shall  with  the  Father  prevail. 
4     Through  thy  rich  merit, 

By  thy  free  Spirit, 
Comfort  my  desolate  soul: 

Heavenly  Physician, 

In  kind  compassion. 
Now  bid  the  wounded  be  whole. 

231  C.  M. 

1  AM  I  an  Israelite  indeed. 

Without  a  false  disguise? 
Have  I  renounced  my  sins,  and  left 
My  refuges  of  lies? 

2  Say,  does  my  heart  unchanged  remain? 

Or  is  it  formed  anew? 
What  is  the  rule  by  which  I  walk. 
The  object  I  pursue? 

3  Cause  me,  O  God  of  truth  and  grace. 

My  real  state  to  know! 
If  I  am  wrong — oh  set  me  right! 
If  right — preserYe  me  so! 

232  CM. 

1  DIDST  thou,  dear  Saviour,  suffer  shame, 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name. 
Or  thy  disciple  be? 


206  CHRISTIAN,  233. 


2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  make  me  truly  bold; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  eold. 

3  Let  mockers  scoff — the  world  defame, 

And  treat  me  with  disdain; 
Still  may  I  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  count  reproach  my  gain. 

4  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 

And  all  my  powers  resign; 
Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 

233  7s. 

1  DEPTH  of  mercy — can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me! 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face; 
Would  not  hear  his  gracious  calls; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Yet  how  great  his  mercies  are! 
Me  he  still  delights  to  spare; 
Cries — *  How  shall  I  give  thee  up?' 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  Jesus,  answer  from  above: 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love? 


CHRISTIAN,  234. 


Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget? — 
Lo,  I  fall  before  thy  feet. 

5  Now  incline  me  to  repent! 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament! 
Deeply  my  revolt  deplore! 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 


234  C.  P.  M. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  yield 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrender  all  to  thee: 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove. 
But  who  could  stand  against  thy  love? — 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2  If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll. 
And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been: 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed, 

And  now,  I  hate  my  sin. 

3  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone; 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own. 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employed  by  thee. 


208         CHRISTIAN,  235,  336. 


235  C.  M. 

1  OH  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free! 
A  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me! 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne! 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  A  lowly  and  believing  heart. 

Abhorring  every  sin; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart. 

Come  quickly  from  above; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new  best  name  of  love. 

286  L.  M. 

1  DEAR  Jesus — when — when  shall  it  be, 
That  I  no  more  shall  break  with  thee? 
When  will  this  war  of  passion  cease, 
And  I  enjoy  a  lasting  peace? 

2  Here  I  repent,  and  sin  again; 
Sometimes  revive — sometimes  am  slain; 
Slain  with  the  same  malignant  dart. 
Which,  oh!  too  often  wounds  thy  heart. 


CHRISTIAN,  237. 


3  When,  gracious  Lord — when  shall  it  be, 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee — 
The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove. 
And  feast  on  thine  eternal  love? 


23*^  6  &  4. 

1  MY  failh  looks  up  to  thee. 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary; 

Saviour  divine! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away; 
Oh!  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  ^eal  inspire; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me. 
Oh!  may  my  love  to  thee. 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread. 

Be  thou  my  guide; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

14 


210  CHRISTIAN,  238. 


4   When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll; 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distress  remove; 
Oh!  hear  me  safe  above — 
A  ransomed  soul. 

«i38  C.  M. 

1  WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  ray  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys. 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran. 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life. 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue; 


CHRISTIAN,  239. 


And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 
6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 
A  joyful  song  Pll  raise: 

But  oh!  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise! 

239  7s. 

1  J5WEET  the  time — exceeding  sweet! 
When  the  saints  together  meet. 
When  the  Saviour  is  the  theme, 
When  they  join  to  sing  of  him. 

S  Sing  we  then  eternal  love. 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move: 
He  beheld  the  world  undone, 
Loved  the  world — and  gave  his  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love; 
How  he  left  the  realms  above. 
Took  our  nature,  and  our  place, 
Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we  too  the  Spirit's  love; 
With  our  wretched  hearts  he  strove; 
Filled  our  minds  with  grief  and  fear. 
Brought  the  precious  Saviour  near. 

5  Sweet  the  place — exceeding  sweet. 
Where  the  saints  in  glory  meet; 
Where  the  Saviour's  still  the  theme. 
Where  they  see  and  sing  of  him. 


212  CHRISTIAN,  240,  241. 


240  8iSz^7. 

1  CEASE,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely  through  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  th'  immortal  spirit's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living. 
They  shall  never — never  die! 

4  Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding. 

Sickness  there  no  more  can  come; 
There,  no  fear  of  v^^o  intruding 

Sheds  o'er  heaven  a  moment's  gloom. 

5  Now,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  graves  of  those  you  love; 
Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish, 
They  are  chanting  hymns  above. 

241  C.  M. 

1  THE  blooming  flowers  of  summer  pass 

With  all  their  charms  away; 
The  fragrance  of  the  vernal  grass 
Ends  with  the  vernal  ray. 

2  Yet  deep  within  the  sheltering  root 

The  mystic  life  resides, 


CHRISTIAN,  242.  213 


Maturing  strength  for  future  fruit, 
While  winter's  might  abides. 

3  So  life's  bright  scenes  with  us  may  end, 

So  outward  graces  fade; 
So  with  the  dust  our  glories  blend. 
Our  light  be  changed  to  shade: 

4  Yet  in  the  grave  these  forms  of  earth 

Shall  purge  their  native  mould, 
And  spring  again — by  heavenly  birth — 
And  fairer  powers  unfold. 

5  Oh  dread  not  then  the  flow  of  time; 

For  heaven,  thy  home,  prepare; 
So  shalt  thou  rise  in  form  sublime. 
And  meet  thy  Saviour  there. 

242  a  M. 

1  SWEET  Day!  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright, 

Bridal  of  earth  and  sky; 
The  dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night. 
For  thou,  alas,  must  die. 

2  Sweet  Rose!  in  air  whose  odours  wave. 

And  colour  charms  the  eye; 
The  root  is  even  in  its  grave. 
And  thou,  alas,  must  die. 

3  Sweet  Spring!  of  days  and  roses  made. 

Whose  charms  for  beauty  vie; 
Thy  days  depart,  thy  roses  fade. 
Thou  too,  alas,  must  die. 


214  CHRISTIAN,  S43. 


4  Only  a  sweet  and  holy  soul 
Hath  tints  that  never  fly; 
While  flowers  decay,  and  seasons  roll, 
This  lives,  and  cannot  die. 

^43  S.  M. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  bless'd  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  O  God; 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand. 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye. 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways. 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows. 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine. 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last. 

To  Zion  shall  be  given. 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


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INDEX. 

Page 


AH  whither  shall  I  go       ...  130 

Ah  who  can  speak            .       .       .  Ill 

Almighty  Father,  God        ...  24 

All  ye  who  laugh        .       .       .       .  109 

Am  I  an  Israelite  indeed    ,       ,       .  205 

Amid  displays  of  wrath     .       .       .  23 

And  can  I  yet  delay          .       .       .  131 

And  dost  thou  say       .       .       .       .  42 

And  have  I  measured         ...  126 

Approach  my  soul      ....  47 

As  flows  the  rapid  river      .       .       .  149 

As  o'er  the  past         ....  148 

As  the  dew  from  heaven     ...  60 

Attend,  O  Lord          ....  89 

Awake,  awake          ....  146 

Awaked  by  Sinai's     ....  124 

BEFORE  thy  awful  throne        .       .  121 

Behold  a  stranger        .       .       .       .  91 

Behold  the  throne        ....  42 

Blest  be  the  dear         .       .       .       .  135 

Blest  Jesus!  when       ....  70 

Blest  Lord!  behold       ....  18 


216 


INDEX. 


By  faith  we  find         ....  191 

By  whom  shall  Jacob          .       .       .  18 

COME,  all  who  love           ...  48 

Come,  let  us  anew              .       .       ,  142 

Come,  my  soul            ....  46 

Come  on,  my  partners         .       .       .  191 

Come,  O  thou  traveller         ...  39 

Come  unto  me  ye  weary      .       .       .  115 

Come  thou  almighty  King          .       .  58 

Come  ye  disconsolate          .       .       .  125 

Come  ye  souls             .       .       .       .  114 

Creator,  Spirit!  by  whose  aid       .       .  36 

Cease,  ye  mourners      .       .       .       .  212 

DARK  brood  the  heavens    ...  99 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake     ...  26 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from       .       .       .  16 

Dear  Saviour,  attend            .       .       *  68 

Delay  not,  delay  not            .       .       .  117 

Dear  Jesus — when              .       .       .  208 

Depth  of  mercy          ....  206 

Didst  thou,  dear  Saviour      .       .       .  205 

Distant  Lord,  from             ...  57 

FAREWELL,  dear  friends         .       .  140 

Farewell,  dear  friends          .       .       .  137 

Father  I  stretch  my  hands          .       .  132 

Far  from  utmost  .  .  .  .  Ill 
Father  of  eternal  grace       .       .       .39,  162 


INDEX.  217 

From  every  stormy  wind     ...  48 

From  Jesse's  root        ....  79 

From  whence  doth      ....  136 

Father,  w<?  bless          ....  62 

Forgive  my  folly         ....  204 

Forth  from  the  dark            ...  61 

Fount  of  everlasting            ...  28 

Fountain  profuse         ....  200 

GOD  of  mercy!  God           ...  25 

Go,  watch  and  pray,            .       .       .  50 

Go,  when  the  morning        ...  66 

Great  Lord  of  all         .       .       .       .  14 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine      ...  89 

HAIL  sovereign  love          .       .       .  173 

Hail  the  blest  morn            ...  73 

Hail  the  day           .          ...  86 

Hark!  don't  you  hear          ...  12 

Hark  the  notes         .          .       .       .  72 

Hark  the  song         .          ...  17 

Hear,  O!  sinner,  mercy        ...  94 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation        .       .  13 

Hear,  O!  sinner       .          .       .       .  113 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent  .  .  .  108 
Heavenly  Father,  God  of  love      .       .  38,  165 

Hither  ye  faithful               ...  73 

How  sweet  the  name          .       .       .  80 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay  .       .       .  61 

How  swift  the  torrent         .      .      .  149 


218 


INDEX. 


How  wondrous  are  the  works      .       .  8^ 

Heaven  is  a  place  of  rest     .       .       .  166 

How  blest  is  our  brother     .       .       .  195 

How  happy  are  they           .       .       .  182 

How  lost  was  my  condition         .       .  172 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly    .       .       .  194 

How  tedious  and  tasteless    .       .       .  175 

I  ASKED  an  aged  man      ...  143 

I  love  to  steal  awhile          .       .       .  51 

I  left  the  God  of  truth         .       .       .  117 

I  saw  beyond  the  tomb        .       .       .  110 

In  evil  long            .           ...  170 

I  know  thee,  Saviour    ....  201 

I  shall  suffer           .          ...  187 

1  would  not  live  alway        .       .       .  181 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord    .       .       .  214 

JESUS  is  gone  up              ...  37 

Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul    .       .       .  118 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  ...  49 

Jesus,  thy  love            ....  76 

Jesus,  I  my  cross        .       .       .       .  1 69 

Jesus,  united  by  thy  grace  .       .       .  189 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee        .       .  190 

Jesus,  to  thy  wounds           .       .       .  198 

LAMB  of  God,  whose        ...  54 

Lamb  of  God,  who             ...  43 

Let  thy  kingdom        ....  7 


INDEX. 


Let  Zion  from  the  dust 
Life  is  a  span 
Lord,  when  my  thoughts 
Lord,  when  together 
Lord,  when  together  here 
Lord,  thou  hast  won 
Love  divine,  all  love 
Love  is  the  sweetest  bud 

MESSIAH,  at  thy  glad 
Morn  of  Zion's  glory 
Most  gracious  God 
My  conscious  guilt 
My  former  hopes 
My  lovely  Jesus 
My  soul  arise  . 
My  soul  triumphant  ^. 
My  faith  looks 
My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 
'Mid  scenes  of  confusion 
Much  in  sorrow 

NOW  is  the  accepted  time 
Now  these  solemn  days 

O!  CARELESS  sinner  come 

O!  come  let  us  sing 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues 

O  Thou  who  dry'st  the  mourner's 

O!  for  a  thousand  seraph 

O!  for  one  celestial  ray 


220 


INDEX. 


O!  for  that  tenderness         .       .       .  119 

O!  injured  majesty             .       .       .  119 

O!  love  divine,  what            .       .       .  84 

O!  love  divine,  how             .       .       .  153 

Our  souls,  by  love  together          .       .  197 

Oh,  could  I  find  some  peaceful     ,       .  193 

Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise        .       .       .  208 

Often  the  clouds          ,       .       .       .  160 

O!  Jesus  full  of  truth           .       .       .  127 

O!  that  my  load  of  sin         .       .       .  134 

O!  that  I  could  repent          .       .       .  133 

One  there  is  above       ....  156 

O!  God  of  Bethel        ....  44 

O!  there  will  be  mourning    .       .       .  104 

O!  thou  whose  justice         .       .       .  87 

O!  thou  whose  tender          ...  60 

Once  I  was  estranged          .       .       .  152 

Our  country  is  ImmanuePs  .       .       .  157 

O!  where  shall  rest             ...  120 

O!  thou  that  hearest            ...  34 

O!  Spirit  of  the  living  God  ...  35 

O!  thou  from  whom            .       .       •  56 

O!  when  I  shall  see  Jesus     .       .       .  177 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God        .       .  168 

Pilgrim,  burdened        .       •       •       •  128 

Prayer  is  the  souPs      ,       .       .       .  31 

RELIGION'S  form  is  vain  ...  53 

Rich  from  the  river            .      •      •  123 


INDEX.  221 

SAVED  by  grace       ....  174 

Saved  ourselves  by       ...       .  33 

Saw  ye  not  the  cloud   .       .       .       .  20 

See  the  leaves  around  us       .       .       .  147 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure         .       .  97 

Sinner,  come             ....  94 

Sinner,  hath  a  voice            .       .       .  105 

Sinner,  is  thy  heart  ....  96 
Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word      .       .    •  92 

Sinners,  obey  the  gospel      .       .       .  109 

Sinners,  this  solemn  truth    .       .       .  112  * 

Sinners^  turn  why              .       .       .  95 

Spirit  of  holiness,  descend    .       .       :  67 

Sovereign  grace,  his  power  .       .       .  123 

Sovereign  Ruler*  Lord  of  all        .       .  121 

Stand,  th'  Omnipotent         .       .       .  192 

Stop,  poor  sinner         ....  106 

Sweet  is  the  prayer     .       .       .       .  67 

Sweet  peace  of  conscience   .       .       >  44 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  ...  69 

Sweet  Day!  so  cool     ....  213 

Sweet  the  time           .       .       .       .  211 

Sweet  the  moments            .      .       .  199 

TELL  me,  dear  Saviour      .       .       .  82 

That  day  of  wrath       ....  46 

That  warning  voice     .       .       .       .  11 

The  day  is  drawing     .       .       .       .  19 

The  present  moment    .       .       .       .  140 

The  day  is  past         ....  63 


222 


INDEX. 


The  time  is  short        ....  141 

The  voice  of  free  grace        ...  29 

The  Lord  into  his  garden    ...  6 

Thy  people,  Lord         ....  20 

The  glorious  light       ....  183 

The  blooming  flowers         ...  212 

The  days  how  few             .       .       .  199 

Thou,  keeper  of  a  lovely  flock     .       ,  75 

Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace      .       .  65 

Thou  Lord  of  all         ....  41 

Thou  soft  flowing  Kedron    ...  78 

'Tis  midnight            ....  77 

'Tis  sweet  to  rest        ,       .       .       .  81 

'Tis  the  hour  when      ....  64 

To-day  if  you  will  hear       ...  98 

To  day  the  Saviour  calls      .       .       .  116 

To  leave  my  dear  friends     .       .       .  52 

To-niorrow  Lord  is  thine     .       .       .  145 

To  thee,  my  shepherd         ,       .       .  74 

To  the  cross   85 

Trembling  before  thine        .       .       .  126 

To  thee  my  God         .       .       .       .  165 

WE  come  at  evening's        .       .       .  63 

Welcome,  welcome             .       .       .  116 

We've  no  abiding  city         .       .       .  158 

We  wander  in  a  thorny  maze      .       .  129 

When  forced  to  part           .       .      .  138 

When  marshalled               .       .      .  152 

When  fancy  spreads           .       .       .  161 


INDEX.  223 

When  my  Saviour       .       .       .       .  188 

When  on  Sinai's  top            .       .       ,  151 

When  shall  we  all  meet       .       .       ,  139 

When  shall  the  voice           ...  25 

When  thy  mortal  life          .       .       »  112 

When  the  Saviour  dwelt      .       .       .  155 

When  all  thy  mercies          .       .       .  210 

Weary  of  wand'ring           .       .       .  203 

We  were  lost          .          ...  34 

While  mercy  invites           ...  10 

While  thee  I  seek        .       *       .       ,  57 

Whither  goest  thou      ....  185 

Why  not  now             ....  135 

Why  sleep  we            ....  3 

Why  will  ye  waste      .       .       ,       ,  93 

With  reverend  awe      .       ,       ,       .  21 

What  though  downy  slumbers     .       .  164 

When  lost  in  wonder          .       ,       .  167 

YE  careless  professors         .       .       ,  4 

Ye  servants  of  God            .       .       ,  9 

Ye  sons  of  earth         ....  22 

Young  people,  all        .       .       ,       .  102 


THE  END. 


